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"
Emmanuel
accompanied
me
,
father
.
He
was
to
have
waited
for
me
at
the
corner
of
the
Rue
de
Musee
,
but
,
strange
to
say
,
he
was
not
there
when
I
returned
.
"
"
Monsieur
Morrel
!
"
exclaimed
a
voice
on
the
stairs
.
--
"
Monsieur
Morrel
!
"
"
It
is
his
voice
!
"
said
Julie
.
At
this
moment
Emmanuel
entered
,
his
countenance
full
of
animation
and
joy
.
"
The
Pharaon
!
"
he
cried
;
"
the
Pharaon
!
"
"
What
--
what
--
the
Pharaon
!
Are
you
mad
,
Emmanuel
?
You
know
the
vessel
is
lost
.
"
"
The
Pharaon
,
sir
--
they
signal
the
Pharaon
!
The
Pharaon
is
entering
the
harbor
!
"
Morrel
fell
back
in
his
chair
,
his
strength
was
failing
him
;
his
understanding
weakened
by
such
events
,
refused
to
comprehend
such
incredible
,
unheard-of
,
fabulous
facts
.
But
his
son
came
in
.
"
Father
,
"
cried
Maximilian
,
"
how
could
you
say
the
Pharaon
was
lost
?
The
lookout
has
signalled
her
,
and
they
say
she
is
now
coming
into
port
.
"
"
My
dear
friends
,
"
said
Morrel
,
"
if
this
be
so
,
it
must
be
a
miracle
of
heaven
!
Impossible
,
impossible
!
"
But
what
was
real
and
not
less
incredible
was
the
purse
he
held
in
his
hand
,
the
acceptance
receipted
--
the
splendid
diamond
.
"
Ah
,
sir
,
"
exclaimed
Cocles
,
"
what
can
it
mean
?
--
the
Pharaon
?
"
"
Come
,
dear
ones
,
"
said
Morrel
,
rising
from
his
seat
,
"
let
us
go
and
see
,
and
heaven
have
pity
upon
us
if
it
be
false
intelligence
!
"
They
all
went
out
,
and
on
the
stairs
met
Madame
Morrel
,
who
had
been
afraid
to
go
up
into
the
study
.
In
a
moment
they
were
at
the
Cannebiere
.
There
was
a
crowd
on
the
pier
.
All
the
crowd
gave
way
before
Morrel
.
"
The
Pharaon
,
the
Pharaon
!
"
said
every
voice
.
And
,
wonderful
to
see
,
in
front
of
the
tower
of
Saint
--
Jean
,
was
a
ship
bearing
on
her
stern
these
words
,
printed
in
white
letters
,
"
The
Pharaon
,
Morrel
&
Son
,
of
Marseilles
.
"
She
was
the
exact
duplicate
of
the
other
Pharaon
,
and
loaded
,
as
that
had
been
,
with
cochineal
and
indigo
.
She
cast
anchor
,
clued
up
sails
,
and
on
the
deck
was
Captain
Gaumard
giving
orders
,
and
good
old
Penelon
making
signals
to
M.
Morrel
.
To
doubt
any
longer
was
impossible
;
there
was
the
evidence
of
the
senses
,
and
ten
thousand
persons
who
came
to
corroborate
the
testimony
.
As
Morrel
and
his
son
embraced
on
the
pier-head
,
in
the
presence
and
amid
the
applause
of
the
whole
city
witnessing
this
event
,
a
man
,
with
his
face
half-covered
by
a
black
beard
,
and
who
,
concealed
behind
the
sentry-box
,
watched
the
scene
with
delight
,
uttered
these
words
in
a
low
tone
:
"
Be
happy
,
noble
heart
,
be
blessed
for
all
the
good
thou
hast
done
and
wilt
do
hereafter
,
and
let
my
gratitude
remain
in
obscurity
like
your
good
deeds
