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"
Pray
do
n't
mention
such
a
thing
,
"
said
the
count
.
Baptistin
re-entered
with
glasses
,
wine
,
and
biscuits
.
The
count
filled
one
glass
,
but
in
the
other
he
only
poured
a
few
drops
of
the
ruby-colored
liquid
.
The
bottle
was
covered
with
spiders
'
webs
,
and
all
the
other
signs
which
indicate
the
age
of
wine
more
truly
than
do
wrinkles
on
a
man
's
face
.
The
major
made
a
wise
choice
;
he
took
the
full
glass
and
a
biscuit
.
The
count
told
Baptistin
to
leave
the
plate
within
reach
of
his
guest
,
who
began
by
sipping
the
Alicante
with
an
expression
of
great
satisfaction
,
and
then
delicately
steeped
his
biscuit
in
the
wine
.
"
So
,
sir
,
you
lived
at
Lucca
,
did
you
?
You
were
rich
,
noble
,
held
in
great
esteem
--
had
all
that
could
render
a
man
happy
?
"
"
All
,
"
said
the
major
,
hastily
swallowing
his
biscuit
,
"
positively
all
.
"
"
And
yet
there
was
one
thing
wanting
in
order
to
complete
your
happiness
?
"
"
Only
one
thing
,
"
said
the
Italian
.
"
And
that
one
thing
,
your
lost
child
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
the
major
,
taking
a
second
biscuit
,
"
that
consummation
of
my
happiness
was
indeed
wanting
.
"
The
worthy
major
raised
his
eyes
to
heaven
and
sighed
.
"
Let
me
hear
,
then
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
who
this
deeply
regretted
son
was
;
for
I
always
understood
you
were
a
bachelor
.
"
"
That
was
the
general
opinion
,
sir
,
"
said
the
major
,
"
and
I
"
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