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- Александр Дюма
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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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"
You
will
say
I
apologized
to
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
.
Go
.
"
The
valet
bowed
and
retired
,
and
Albert
returned
to
his
inventory
.
As
he
was
finishing
this
work
,
the
sound
of
horses
prancing
in
the
yard
,
and
the
wheels
of
a
carriage
shaking
his
window
,
attracted
his
attention
.
He
approached
the
window
,
and
saw
his
father
get
into
it
,
and
drive
away
.
The
door
was
scarcely
closed
when
Albert
bent
his
steps
to
his
mother
's
room
;
and
,
no
one
being
there
to
announce
him
,
he
advanced
to
her
bed-chamber
,
and
distressed
by
what
he
saw
and
guessed
,
stopped
for
one
moment
at
the
door
.
As
if
the
same
idea
had
animated
these
two
beings
,
Mercedes
was
doing
the
same
in
her
apartments
that
he
had
just
done
in
his
.
Everything
was
in
order
--
laces
,
dresses
,
jewels
,
linen
,
money
,
all
were
arranged
in
the
drawers
,
and
the
countess
was
carefully
collecting
the
keys
.
Albert
saw
all
these
preparations
and
understood
them
,
and
exclaiming
,
"
My
mother
!
"
he
threw
his
arms
around
her
neck
.
The
artist
who
could
have
depicted
the
expression
of
these
two
countenances
would
certainly
have
made
of
them
a
beautiful
picture
.
All
these
proofs
of
an
energetic
resolution
,
which
Albert
did
not
fear
on
his
own
account
,
alarmed
him
for
his
mother
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
asked
he
.
"
What
were
you
doing
?
"
replied
she
.
"
Oh
,
my
mother
!
"
exclaimed
Albert
,
so
overcome
he
could
scarcely
speak
;
"
it
is
not
the
same
with
you
and
me
--
you
can
not
have
made
the
same
resolution
I
have
,
for
I
have
come
to
warn
you
that
I
bid
adieu
to
your
house
,
and
--
and
to
you
.
"
"
I
also
,
"
replied
Mercedes
,
"
am
going
,
and
I
acknowledge
I
had
depended
on
your
accompanying
me
;
have
I
deceived
myself
?
"
"
Mother
,
"
said
Albert
with
firmness
.
"
I
can
not
make
you
share
the
fate
I
have
planned
for
myself
.
I
must
live
henceforth
without
rank
and
fortune
,
and
to
begin
this
hard
apprenticeship
I
must
borrow
from
a
friend
the
loaf
I
shall
eat
until
I
have
earned
one
.
So
,
my
dear
mother
,
I
am
going
at
once
to
ask
Franz
to
lend
me
the
small
sum
I
shall
require
to
supply
my
present
wants
.
"
"
You
,
my
poor
child
,
suffer
poverty
and
hunger
?
Oh
,
do
not
say
so
;
it
will
break
my
resolutions
.
"
