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"
Perhaps
the
count
saw
us
in
Italy
,
"
said
Valentine
timidly
.
"
Yes
,
in
Italy
;
it
was
in
Italy
most
probably
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
;
"
you
have
travelled
then
in
Italy
,
mademoiselle
?
"
"
Yes
;
madame
and
I
were
there
two
years
ago
.
The
doctors
,
anxious
for
my
lungs
,
had
prescribed
the
air
of
Naples
.
We
went
by
Bologna
,
Perugia
,
and
Rome
.
"
"
Ah
,
yes
--
true
,
mademoiselle
,
"
exclaimed
Monte
Cristo
as
if
this
simple
explanation
was
sufficient
to
revive
the
recollection
he
sought
.
"
It
was
at
Perugia
on
Corpus
Christi
Day
,
in
the
garden
of
the
Hotel
des
Postes
,
when
chance
brought
us
together
;
you
,
Madame
de
Villefort
,
and
her
son
;
I
now
remember
having
had
the
honor
of
meeting
you
.
"
"
I
perfectly
well
remember
Perugia
,
sir
,
and
the
Hotel
des
Postes
,
and
the
festival
of
which
you
speak
,
"
said
Madame
de
Villefort
,
"
but
in
vain
do
I
tax
my
memory
,
of
whose
treachery
I
am
ashamed
,
for
I
really
do
not
recall
to
mind
that
I
ever
had
the
pleasure
of
seeing
you
before
.
"
"
It
is
strange
,
but
neither
do
I
recollect
meeting
with
you
,
"
observed
Valentine
,
raising
her
beautiful
eyes
to
the
count
.
"
But
I
remember
it
perfectly
,
"
interposed
the
darling
Edward
.
"
I
will
assist
your
memory
,
madame
,
"
continued
the
count
;
"
the
day
had
been
burning
hot
;
you
were
waiting
for
horses
,
which
were
delayed
in
consequence
of
the
festival
.
Mademoiselle
was
walking
in
the
shade
of
the
garden
,
and
your
son
disappeared
in
pursuit
of
the
peacock
.
"
"
And
I
caught
it
,
mamma
,
do
n't
you
remember
?
"
interposed
Edward
,
"
and
I
pulled
three
such
beautiful
feathers
out
of
his
tail
.
"
