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"
Have
I
really
committed
murders
?
"
he
asked
,
putting
on
his
most
amiable
air
.
"
Wretched
man
!
"
I
cried
.
"
Have
you
forgotten
the
rosy
hours
of
Mazenderan
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
he
replied
,
in
a
sadder
tone
,
"
I
prefer
to
forget
them
.
I
used
to
make
the
little
sultana
laugh
,
though
!
"
"
All
that
belongs
to
the
past
,
"
I
declared
;
"
but
there
is
the
present
.
.
.
and
you
are
responsible
to
me
for
the
present
,
because
,
if
I
had
wished
,
there
would
have
been
none
at
all
for
you
.
Remember
that
,
Erik
:
I
saved
your
life
!
"
And
I
took
advantage
of
the
turn
of
conversation
to
speak
to
him
of
something
that
had
long
been
on
my
mind
:
"
Erik
,
"
I
asked
,
"
Erik
,
swear
that
.
.
.
"
"
What
?
"
he
retorted
.
"
You
know
I
never
keep
my
oaths
.
Oaths
are
made
to
catch
gulls
with
.
"
"
Tell
me
.
.
.
you
can
tell
me
,
at
any
rate
.
.
.
"
"
Well
?
"
