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- Александр Дюма
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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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- Стр. 1276/1279
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"
It
is
well
,
"
said
Haidee
;
"
your
order
shall
be
executed
,
my
lord
;
I
will
forget
even
your
name
,
and
be
happy
.
"
And
she
stepped
back
to
retire
.
"
Oh
,
heavens
,
"
exclaimed
Valentine
,
who
was
supporting
the
head
of
Morrel
on
her
shoulder
,
"
do
you
not
see
how
pale
she
is
?
Do
you
not
see
how
she
suffers
?
"
Haidee
answered
with
a
heartrending
expression
,
"
Why
should
he
understand
this
,
my
sister
?
He
is
my
master
,
and
I
am
his
slave
;
he
has
the
right
to
notice
nothing
.
"
The
count
shuddered
at
the
tones
of
a
voice
which
penetrated
the
inmost
recesses
of
his
heart
;
his
eyes
met
those
of
the
young
girl
and
he
could
not
bear
their
brilliancy
.
"
Oh
,
heavens
,
"
exclaimed
Monte
Cristo
,
"
can
my
suspicions
be
correct
?
Haidee
,
would
it
please
you
not
to
leave
me
?
"
"
I
am
young
,
"
gently
replied
Haidee
;
"
I
love
the
life
you
have
made
so
sweet
to
me
,
and
I
should
be
sorry
to
die
.
"
"
You
mean
,
then
,
that
if
I
leave
you
,
Haidee
"
--
"
I
should
die
;
yes
,
my
lord
.
"
"
Do
you
then
love
me
?
"
"
Oh
,
Valentine
,
he
asks
if
I
love
him
.
Valentine
,
tell
him
if
you
love
Maximilian
.
"
The
count
felt
his
heart
dilate
and
throb
;
he
opened
his
arms
,
and
Haidee
,
uttering
a
cry
,
sprang
into
them
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
she
cried
,
"
I
do
love
you
!
I
love
you
as
one
loves
a
father
,
brother
,
husband
!
I
love
you
as
my
life
,
for
you
are
the
best
,
the
noblest
of
created
beings
!
"
