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- Стр. 1225/1279
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"
Good
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
smiling
;
"
in
these
prompt
arrangements
we
recognize
the
order
of
a
well-disciplined
soldier
.
"
"
And
you
leave
us
,
"
said
Julie
,
"
at
a
moment
's
warning
?
you
do
not
give
us
a
day
--
no
,
not
even
an
hour
before
your
departure
?
"
"
My
carriage
is
at
the
door
,
madame
,
and
I
must
be
in
Rome
in
five
days
.
"
"
But
does
Maximilian
go
to
Rome
?
"
exclaimed
Emmanuel
.
"
I
am
going
wherever
it
may
please
the
count
to
take
me
,
"
said
Morrel
,
with
a
smile
full
of
grief
;
"
I
am
under
his
orders
for
the
next
month
.
"
"
Oh
,
heavens
,
how
strangely
he
expresses
himself
,
count
!
"
said
Julie
.
"
Maximilian
goes
with
me
,
"
said
the
count
,
in
his
kindest
and
most
persuasive
manner
;
"
therefore
do
not
make
yourself
uneasy
on
your
brother
's
account
.
"
"
Once
more
farewell
,
my
dear
sister
;
Emmanuel
,
adieu
!
"
Morrel
repeated
.
"
His
carelessness
and
indifference
touch
me
to
the
heart
,
"
said
Julie
.
"
Oh
,
Maximilian
,
Maximilian
,
you
are
certainly
concealing
something
from
us
.
"
