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"
I
thought
the
Abbe
Busoni
had
told
your
excellency
.
"
"
Some
particulars
,
doubtless
,
but
that
is
seven
or
eight
years
ago
,
and
I
have
forgotten
them
.
"
"
Then
I
can
speak
without
fear
of
tiring
your
excellency
.
"
"
Go
on
,
M.
Bertuccio
;
you
will
supply
the
want
of
the
evening
papers
.
"
"
The
story
begins
in
1815
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
1815
is
not
yesterday
.
"
"
No
,
monsieur
,
and
yet
I
recollect
all
things
as
clearly
as
if
they
had
happened
but
then
.
I
had
a
brother
,
an
elder
brother
,
who
was
in
the
service
of
the
emperor
;
he
had
become
lieutenant
in
a
regiment
composed
entirely
of
Corsicans
.
This
brother
was
my
only
friend
;
we
became
orphans
--
I
at
five
,
he
at
eighteen
.
He
brought
me
up
as
if
I
had
been
his
son
,
and
in
1814
he
married
.
When
the
emperor
returned
from
the
Island
of
Elba
,
my
brother
instantly
joined
the
army
,
was
slightly
wounded
at
Waterloo
,
and
retired
with
the
army
beyond
the
Loire
.
"
"
But
that
is
the
history
of
the
Hundred
Days
,
M.
Bertuccio
,
"
said
the
count
;
"
unless
I
am
mistaken
,
it
has
been
already
written
.
"
"
Excuse
me
,
excellency
,
but
these
details
are
necessary
,
and
you
promised
to
be
patient
.
"
"
Go
on
;
I
will
keep
my
word
.
"
