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"
Mother
,
"
exclaimed
Albert
,
just
as
Madame
Danglars
was
descending
the
stairs
,
"
let
us
reckon
our
riches
,
if
you
please
;
I
want
capital
to
build
my
plans
upon
.
"
"
Capital
--
nothing
!
"
replied
Mercedes
with
a
mournful
smile
.
"
No
,
mother
--
capital
3,000
francs
.
And
I
have
an
idea
of
our
leading
a
delightful
life
upon
this
3,000
francs
.
"
"
Child
!
"
sighed
Mercedes
.
"
Alas
,
dear
mother
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
"
I
have
unhappily
spent
too
much
of
your
money
not
to
know
the
value
of
it
.
These
3,000
francs
are
enormous
,
and
I
intend
building
upon
this
foundation
a
miraculous
certainty
for
the
future
.
"
"
You
say
this
,
my
dear
boy
;
but
do
you
think
we
ought
to
accept
these
3,000
francs
?
"
said
Mercedes
,
coloring
.
"
I
think
so
,
"
answered
Albert
in
a
firm
tone
.
"
We
will
accept
them
the
more
readily
,
since
we
have
them
not
here
;
you
know
they
are
buried
in
the
garden
of
the
little
house
in
the
Allees
de
Meillan
,
at
Marseilles
.
With
200
francs
we
can
reach
Marseilles
.
"
"
With
200
francs
?
--
are
you
sure
,
Albert
?
"
"
Oh
,
as
for
that
,
I
have
made
inquiries
respecting
the
diligences
and
steamboats
,
and
my
calculations
are
made
.
You
will
take
your
place
in
the
coupe
to
Chalons
.
You
see
,
mother
,
I
treat
you
handsomely
for
thirty-five
francs
.
"
Albert
then
took
a
pen
,
and
wrote
:
--
