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THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO
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Caderousse looked full at Fernand — he was ghastly pale.
"Certainly," continued Danglars, "the sacrifice was no trifling one when the beauty of the bride is concerned. Upon my soul, that future captain of mine is a lucky dog! Gad! I only wish he would let me take his place."
"Shall we not set forth?" asked the sweet, silvery voice of Mercédès; "two o'clock has just struck, and you know we are expected at the Hotel de Ville in a quarter of an hour."
"Yes! yes!" cried Dantès, eagerly quitting the table; "let us go"
"Let us go," said the whole party in chorus.
