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"
My
dear
Monsieur
Bertuccio
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
laughing
,
"
control
yourself
;
we
are
not
at
Sartena
or
at
Corte
.
This
is
not
a
Corsican
arbor
,
but
an
English
garden
;
badly
kept
,
I
own
,
but
still
you
must
not
calumniate
it
for
that
.
"
"
Monsieur
,
I
implore
you
do
not
stay
there
!
"
"
I
think
you
are
going
mad
,
Bertuccio
,
"
said
the
count
coldly
.
"
If
that
is
the
case
,
I
warn
you
,
I
shall
have
you
put
in
a
lunatic
asylum
.
"
"
Alas
,
excellency
,
"
returned
Bertuccio
,
joining
his
hands
,
and
shaking
his
head
in
a
manner
that
would
have
excited
the
count
's
laughter
,
had
not
thoughts
of
a
superior
interest
occupied
him
,
and
rendered
him
attentive
to
the
least
revelation
of
this
timorous
conscience
.
"
Alas
,
excellency
,
the
evil
has
arrived
!
"
"
M.
Bertuccio
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
I
am
very
glad
to
tell
you
,
that
while
you
gesticulate
,
you
wring
your
hands
and
roll
your
eyes
like
a
man
possessed
by
a
devil
who
will
not
leave
him
;
and
I
have
always
observed
,
that
the
devil
most
obstinate
to
be
expelled
is
a
secret
.
I
knew
you
were
a
Corsican
.
I
knew
you
were
gloomy
,
and
always
brooding
over
some
old
history
of
the
vendetta
;
and
I
overlooked
that
in
Italy
,
because
in
Italy
those
things
are
thought
nothing
of
.
But
in
France
they
are
considered
in
very
bad
taste
;
there
are
gendarmes
who
occupy
themselves
with
such
affairs
,
judges
who
condemn
,
and
scaffolds
which
avenge
.
"
Bertuccio
clasped
his
hands
,
and
as
,
in
all
these
evolutions
,
he
did
not
let
fall
the
lantern
,
the
light
showed
his
pale
and
altered
countenance
.
Monte
Cristo
examined
him
with
the
same
look
that
,
at
Rome
,
he
had
bent
upon
the
execution
of
Andrea
,
and
then
,
in
a
tone
that
made
a
shudder
pass
through
the
veins
of
the
poor
steward
--
"
The
Abbe
Busoni
,
then
told
me
an
untruth
,
"
said
he
,
"
when
,
after
his
journey
in
France
,
in
1829
,
he
sent
you
to
me
,
with
a
letter
of
recommendation
,
in
which
he
enumerated
all
your
valuable
qualities
.
Well
,
I
shall
write
to
the
abbe
;
I
shall
hold
him
responsible
for
his
protege
's
misconduct
,
and
I
shall
soon
know
all
about
this
assassination
.
Only
I
warn
you
,
that
when
I
reside
in
a
country
,
I
conform
to
all
its
code
,
and
I
have
no
wish
to
put
myself
within
the
compass
of
the
French
laws
for
your
sake
.
"
"
Oh
,
do
not
do
that
,
excellency
;
I
have
always
served
you
faithfully
,
"
cried
Bertuccio
,
in
despair
.
"
I
have
always
been
an
honest
man
,
and
,
as
far
as
lay
in
my
power
,
I
have
done
good
.
"
"
I
do
not
deny
it
,
"
returned
the
count
;
"
but
why
are
you
thus
agitated
.
It
is
a
bad
sign
;
a
quiet
conscience
does
not
occasion
such
paleness
in
the
cheeks
,
and
such
fever
in
the
hands
of
a
man
.
"
"
But
,
your
excellency
,
"
replied
Bertuccio
hesitatingly
,
"
did
not
the
Abbe
Busoni
,
who
heard
my
confession
in
the
prison
at
Nimes
,
tell
you
that
I
had
a
heavy
burden
upon
my
conscience
?
"
