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"
Well
,
then
,
go
--
wait
for
me
there
,
and
I
will
soon
join
you
.
"
"
You
leave
me
,
then
?
"
"
Yes
;
I
also
have
a
pious
visit
to
pay
.
"
Morrel
allowed
his
hand
to
fall
into
that
which
the
count
extended
to
him
;
then
with
an
inexpressibly
sorrowful
inclination
of
the
head
he
quitted
the
count
and
bent
his
steps
to
the
east
of
the
city
.
Monte
Cristo
remained
on
the
same
spot
until
Maximilian
was
out
of
sight
;
he
then
walked
slowly
towards
the
Allees
de
Meillan
to
seek
out
a
small
house
with
which
our
readers
were
made
familiar
at
the
beginning
of
this
story
.
It
yet
stood
,
under
the
shade
of
the
fine
avenue
of
lime-trees
,
which
forms
one
of
the
most
frequent
walks
of
the
idlers
of
Marseilles
,
covered
by
an
immense
vine
,
which
spreads
its
aged
and
blackened
branches
over
the
stone
front
,
burnt
yellow
by
the
ardent
sun
of
the
south
.
Two
stone
steps
worn
away
by
the
friction
of
many
feet
led
to
the
door
,
which
was
made
of
three
planks
;
the
door
had
never
been
painted
or
varnished
,
so
great
cracks
yawned
in
it
during
the
dry
season
to
close
again
when
the
rains
came
on
.
The
house
,
with
all
its
crumbling
antiquity
and
apparent
misery
,
was
yet
cheerful
and
picturesque
,
and
was
the
same
that
old
Dantes
formerly
inhabited
--
the
only
difference
being
that
the
old
man
occupied
merely
the
garret
,
while
the
whole
house
was
now
placed
at
the
command
of
Mercedes
by
the
count
.
The
woman
whom
the
count
had
seen
leave
the
ship
with
so
much
regret
entered
this
house
;
she
had
scarcely
closed
the
door
after
her
when
Monte
Cristo
appeared
at
the
corner
of
a
street
,
so
that
he
found
and
lost
her
again
almost
at
the
same
instant
.
The
worn
out
steps
were
old
acquaintances
of
his
;
he
knew
better
than
any
one
else
how
to
open
that
weather-beaten
door
with
the
large
headed
nail
which
served
to
raise
the
latch
within
.
He
entered
without
knocking
,
or
giving
any
other
intimation
of
his
presence
,
as
if
he
had
been
a
friend
or
the
master
of
the
place
.
At
the
end
of
a
passage
paved
with
bricks
,
was
a
little
garden
,
bathed
in
sunshine
,
and
rich
in
warmth
and
light
.
In
this
garden
Mercedes
had
found
,
at
the
place
indicated
by
the
count
,
the
sum
of
money
which
he
,
through
a
sense
of
delicacy
,
had
described
as
having
been
placed
there
twenty-four
years
previously
.
The
trees
of
the
garden
were
easily
seen
from
the
steps
of
the
street-door
.
Monte
Cristo
,
on
stepping
into
the
house
,
heard
a
sigh
that
was
almost
a
deep
sob
;
he
looked
in
the
direction
whence
it
came
,
and
there
under
an
arbor
of
Virginia
jessamine
,
29
with
its
thick
foliage
and
beautiful
long
purple
flowers
,
he
saw
Mercedes
seated
,
with
her
head
bowed
,
and
weeping
bitterly
.
She
had
raised
her
veil
,
and
with
her
face
hidden
by
her
hands
was
giving
free
scope
to
the
sighs
and
tears
which
had
been
so
long
restrained
by
the
presence
of
her
son
.
Monte
Cristo
advanced
a
few
steps
,
which
were
heard
on
the
gravel
.
Mercedes
raised
her
head
,
and
uttered
a
cry
of
terror
on
beholding
a
man
before
her
.
29
The
Carolina
--
not
Virginia
--
jessamine
,
gelsemium
sempervirens
(
properly
speaking
not
a
jessamine
at
all
)
has
yellow
blossoms
.
The
reference
is
no
doubt
to
the
Wistaria
frutescens
.
--
Ed
.
"
Madame
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
it
is
no
longer
in
my
power
to
restore
you
to
happiness
,
but
I
offer
you
consolation
;
will
you
deign
to
accept
it
as
coming
from
a
friend
?
"
"
I
am
,
indeed
,
most
wretched
,
"
replied
Mercedes
.
"
Alone
in
the
world
,
I
had
but
my
son
,
and
he
has
left
me
!
"
