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"And how old were you at that time?"

"I was three years old," said Haidee

"Then you re that went on about you from the ti"

"Count," said Albert, in a low tone to Monte Cristo, "do allow the signora to tellmy father's name to her, but perhaps she will allude to him of her own accord in the course of the recital, and you have no idea how delighted I should be to hear our name pronounced by such beautiful lips" Monte Cristo turned to Haidee, and with an expression of countenance which commanded her to pay the most implicit attention to his words, he said in Greek,--"Tell us the fate of your father; but neither the nahed deeply, and a shade of sadness clouded her beautiful brow

"What are you saying to her?" said Morcerf in an undertone

"I again reminded her that you were a friend, and that she need not conceal anything froe in behalf of the prisoners was your first remembrance; what is the next?"

"Oh, then I re under the shade of some sycamore-trees, on the borders of a lake, in the waters of which the tree was reflected as in a mirror Under the oldest and thickest of these trees, reclining on cushions, sat my father; my mother was at his feet, and I, childlike, a white beard which descended to his girdle, or with the diairdle Then from ti to which I paid no attention, but which he always answered in the same tone of voice, either 'Kill,' or 'Pardon'"

"It is very strange," said Albert, "to hear such words proceed froe, and one needs constantly to be saying to one's self, 'This is no fiction, it is all reality,' in order to believe it And how does France appear in your eyes, accustoaze on such enchanted scenes?"

"I think it is a fine country," said Haidee, "but I see France as it really is, because I look on it with the eyes of a woe of from the impression produced on ue at as my remembrances of it are sad or joyous"