THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
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The procureur du roi shook his head.
"At least keep him there till my daughter be married."
"Impossible, madame; justice has its formalities."
"What! even for me?" said the baroness, half jesting, half in earnest.
"For all, even for myself among the rest," replied Villefort.
"Ah!" exclaimed the baroness, without expressing the ideas which the exclamation betrayed. Villefort looked at her with that piercing glance which read the secrets of the heart.
"Yes, I know what you mean," he said; "you allude to those terrible rumors spread abroad in the world, that all those deaths which have
