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"
I
hate
them
?
Not
at
all
;
why
should
I
?
"
The
countess
placed
herself
before
Monte
Cristo
,
still
holding
in
her
hand
a
portion
of
the
perfumed
grapes
.
"
Take
some
,
"
she
said
.
"
Madame
,
I
never
eat
Muscatel
grapes
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
,
as
if
the
subject
had
not
been
mentioned
before
.
The
countess
dashed
the
grapes
into
the
nearest
thicket
,
with
a
gesture
of
despair
.
"
Inflexible
man
!
"
she
murmured
.
Monte
Cristo
remained
as
unmoved
as
if
the
reproach
had
not
been
addressed
to
him
.
Albert
at
this
moment
ran
in
.
"
Oh
,
mother
,
"
he
exclaimed
,
"
such
a
misfortune
has
happened
!
"
"
What
?
What
has
happened
?
"
asked
the
countess
,
as
though
awakening
from
a
sleep
to
the
realities
of
life
;
"
did
you
say
a
misfortune
?
Indeed
,
I
should
expect
misfortunes
.
"
"
M.
de
Villefort
is
here
.
"
"
Well
?
"
"
He
comes
to
fetch
his
wife
and
daughter
.
"
"
Why
so
?
"
"
Because
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
is
just
arrived
in
Paris
,
bringing
the
news
of
M.
de
Saint
--
Meran
's
death
,
which
took
place
on
the
first
stage
after
he
left
Marseilles
.
Madame
de
Villefort
,
who
was
in
very
good
spirits
,
would
neither
believe
nor
think
of
the
misfortune
,
but
Mademoiselle
Valentine
,
at
the
first
words
,
guessed
the
whole
truth
,
notwithstanding
all
the
precautions
of
her
father
;
the
blow
struck
her
like
a
thunderbolt
,
and
she
fell
senseless
.
"
"
And
how
was
M.
de
Saint
--
Meran
related
to
Mademoiselle
de
Villefort
?
"
said
the
count
.
"
He
was
her
grandfather
on
the
mother
's
side
.
He
was
coming
here
to
hasten
her
marriage
with
Franz
.
"
