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Monte Cristo waited, according to his usual custo his famous "Suivez-moi;" then he rose and went out Morrel took leave of hi his pro at seven o'clock, and to bring E, and was at home in five minutes No one who knew the count couldht the box to his master, who examined the weapons with a solicitude very natural to a man who is about to intrust his life to a little powder and shot These were pistols of an especial pattern, which Monte Cristo had had et practice in his own room A cap was sufficient to drive out the bullet, and fro room no one would have suspected that the count was, as sports one up and looking for the point to aiet, when his study door opened, and Baptistin entered Before he had spoken a word, the count saw in the next room a veiled wo the count with a pistol in his hand and swords on the table, rushed in Baptistin looked at histhe door after him "Who are you, er cast one look around her, to be certain that they were quite alone; then bending as if she would have knelt, and joining her hands, she said with an accent of despair, "Edmond, you will not kill ht exclamation, and let fall the pistol he held "What name did you pronounce then, Mada back her veil,--"yours, which I alone, perhaps, have not forgotten Edmond, it is not Madame de Morcerf who is come to you, it is Mercedes"

"Mercedes is dead, madame," said Monte Cristo; "I know no one now of that name"

"Mercedes lives, sir, and she renized you when she saw you, and even before she saw you, by your voice, Edmond,--by the simple sound of your voice; and from that moment she has followed your steps, watched you, feared you, and she needs not to inquire what hand has dealt the blohich now strikes M de Morcerf"