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"And does she try to make you dislike me?"

"On the contrary, she often says, 'Morcerf, I believe the count has a noble nature; try to gain his estee

"You see, then," said Albert, "that instead of opposing, she will encourage me"

"Adieu, then, until five o'clock; be punctual, and we shall arrive at twelve or one"

"At Treport?"

"Yes; or in the neighborhood"

"But can we travel forty-eight leagues in eight hours?"

"Easily," said Monte Cristo

"You are certainly a prodigy; you will soon not only surpass the railhich would not be very difficult in France, but even the telegraph"

"But, viscount, since we cannot perforht hours, do not keep "

"Do not fear, I have little to prepare" Monte Cristo smiled as he nodded to Albert, then re his hand across his forehead as if to dispel his revery, he rang the bell twice and Bertuccio entered "Bertuccio," said he, "I intend going this evening to Normandy, instead of to-morrow or the next day You will have sufficient tirooms at the first station M de Morcerf will accompany me" Bertuccio obeyed and despatched a courier to Pontoise to say the travelling-carriage would arrive at six o'clock Froe, and in six hours all the horses stationed on the road were ready Before his departure, the count went to Haidee's apart to her care Albert was punctual The journey soon beca from its rapidity, of which Morcerf had formed no previous idea "Truly," said Monte Cristo, "with your posthorses going at the rate of two leagues an hour, and that absurd law that one traveller shall not pass another without permission, so that an invalid or ill-tempered traveller may detain those who are well and active, it is i with my own postilion and horses; do I not, Ali?"

The count put his head out of theand whistled, and the horses appeared to fly The carriage rolled with a thundering noise over the pave rasped the reins with a firm hand, and spurred his horses, whose beautiful manes floated in the breeze This child of the desert was in his ele eyes appeared, in the cloud of dust he raised, like the genius of the siod of the hurricane "I never knew till now the delight of speed," said Morcerf, and the last cloud disappeared froet such horses? Are they made to order?"