THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
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"Oh! heavens!" exclaimed Morrel, "I do not deceive myself—that young man who is waving his hat, that youth in the uniform of a lieutenant, is Albert de Morcerf!"
"Yes," said Monte-Cristo, "I recognized him."
"How so?—you were looking the other way."
Marseilles.
The count smiled, as he was in the habit: of doing when he did, not want to make any reply, and he again turned his looks toward the veiled woman, who soon disappeared at the corner of the street. Turning to his friend:
"Dear Maximilian," said the count, "have you nothing to do in this region?"
