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"'Given at Constantinople, by authority of his highness, in the year 1247 of the Hegira

"'Signed El-Kobbir'

"'That this record should have all due authority, it shall bear the imperial seal, which the vendor is bound to have affixed to it'

"Near the nature there was, indeed, the seal of the subli of this docuaze, fixed as if unconsciously on Haidee, seemed one of fire and blood 'Madame,' said the president, 'may reference be made to the Count of Monte Cristo, who is now, I believe, in Paris?'--'Sir,' replied Haidee, 'the Count of Monte Cristo, my foster-father, has been in Normandy the last three days'

"'Who, then, has counselled you to take this step, one for which the court is deeply indebted to you, and which is perfectly natural, considering your birth and your misfortunes?'--'Sir,' replied Haidee, 'I have been led to take this step froh a Christian, e my illustrious father Since I set my foot in France, and knew the traitor lived in Paris, I have watched carefully I live retired in the house of my noble protector, but I do it from choice I love retirehts and recollections of past days But the Count of Monte Cristo surroundswhich passes in the world I learn all in the silence of my apartments,--for instance, I see all the newspapers, every periodical, as well as every new piece ofthe course of the life of others, I learned what had transpired thisin the House of Peers, and as to take place this evening; then I wrote'

"'Then,' re of your present proceedings?'--'He is quite unaware of them, and I have but one fear, which is that he should disapprove of what I have done But it is a glorious day for aze to heaven, 'that on which I find at last an opportunity of avenging my father!'

"The count had not uttered one word the whole of this tiues looked at hihted under the perfumed breath of a woman His misery was depicted in sinister lines on his countenance 'M de Morcerf,' said the president, 'do you recognize this lady as the daughter of Ali Tepelini, pasha of Yanina?'--'No,' said Morcerf, atte to rise, 'it is a base plot, contrived by my enemies' Haidee, whose eyes had been fixed on the door, as if expecting so, shrieked, 'You do not know nize you! You are Fernand Mondego, the French officer who led the troops of my noble father! It is you who surrendered the castle of Yanina! It is you who, sent by him to Constantinople, to treat with the eht back a falsefull pardon! It is you ith that ave you authority over Selim, the fire-keeper! It is you who stabbed Selim It is you who sold us, my mother and me, to the merchant, El-Kobbir! Assassin, assassin, assassin, you have still on your brow your entlemen, all!'