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THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
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"Why!" exclaimed Monte-Cristo, starting back, "it is"
Ali raised his hatchet.
"Don't stir," whispered Monte-Cristo, "and put down your hatchet; we shall require no arms."
The Broken Pane.
Then he added some words in a low tone, for the exclamation which surprise had drawn from the count, weak as it had been, had startled the man, who remained in the position of the old grinder.
It was an order which the count had given, for immediately Ali went noiselessly, and returned, bearing a black dress and a three-cornered hat. Meanwhile Monte-Cristo had rapidly taken off his great-
