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THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
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This was the first time Morrel had ever so spoken, but he said it in a tone of paternal kindness, and Julie did not dare refuse compliance. She remained at the same spot, standing mute and motionless. An instant afterward the door opened; she felt two arms encircle her, and
a mouth pressed her forehead. She looked up, and uttered an exclamation of joy.
"Maximilian! my dearest brother!" she cried.
At these words Madame Morrel rose and threw herself into her son's arms.
"Mother!" said the young man, looking alternately at Madame Mor-
