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"Oh," cried the general, as if branded with a hot iron, "wretch,--to reproach me with my shame when about, perhaps, to kill er to you I knoell, demon, that you have penetrated into the darkness of the past, and that you have read, by the light of what torch I know not, every page of my life; but perhaps I may be more honorable in s No--no, I am aware you know old and jewellery You call yourself in Paris the Count of Monte Cristo; in Italy, Sinbad the Sailor; in Malta, I forget what But it is your real name I want to know, in the midst of your hundred naht, at the h your heart"

The Count of Monte Cristo turned dreadfully pale; his eye see fire He leaped towards a dressing-roo off his cravat, his coat and waistcoat, he put on a sailor's jacket and hat, fro black hair He returned thus, for with his areneral, who could not understand why he had disappeared, but who on seeing his sink under him, drew back, and only stopped when he found a table to support his clinched hand "Fernand," cried he, "of my hundred nauess it now, do you not?--or, rather, you re all my sorrows and my tortures, I show you to-day a face which the happiness of revenge ain--a face you e with Mercedes, eneral, with his head thrown back, hands extended, gaze fixed, looked silently at this dreadful apparition; then seeking the wall to support hi close to it until he reached the door, through which he went out backwards, uttering this singlecry,--"Edhs which were unlike any hued hi into the arible,--"Ho exposed himself before his servants, partly recalled his senses, but the ride was short, and as he drew near his house all his wretchedness revived He stopped at a short distance frohted