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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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He
heard
the
door
of
the
staircase
creak
on
its
hinges
--
the
clock
gave
its
warning
to
strike
eleven
--
the
door
of
his
study
opened
;
Morrel
did
not
turn
round
--
he
expected
these
words
of
Cocles
,
"
The
agent
of
Thomson
&
French
.
"
He
placed
the
muzzle
of
the
pistol
between
his
teeth
.
Suddenly
he
heard
a
cry
--
it
was
his
daughter
's
voice
.
He
turned
and
saw
Julie
.
The
pistol
fell
from
his
hands
.
"
My
father
!
"
cried
the
young
girl
,
out
of
breath
,
and
half
dead
with
joy
--
"
saved
,
you
are
saved
!
"
And
she
threw
herself
into
his
arms
,
holding
in
her
extended
hand
a
red
,
netted
silk
purse
.
"
Saved
,
my
child
!
"
said
Morrel
;
"
what
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Yes
,
saved
--
saved
!
See
,
see
!
"
said
the
young
girl
.
Morrel
took
the
purse
,
and
started
as
he
did
so
,
for
a
vague
remembrance
reminded
him
that
it
once
belonged
to
himself
.
At
one
end
was
the
receipted
bill
for
the
287,000
francs
,
and
at
the
other
was
a
diamond
as
large
as
a
hazel-nut
,
with
these
words
on
a
small
slip
of
parchment
:
--
Julie
's
Dowry
.
Morrel
passed
his
hand
over
his
brow
;
it
seemed
to
him
a
dream
.
At
this
moment
the
clock
struck
eleven
.
He
felt
as
if
each
stroke
of
the
hammer
fell
upon
his
heart
.
"
Explain
,
my
child
,
"
he
said
,
"
Explain
,
my
child
,
"
he
said
,
"
explain
--
where
did
you
find
this
purse
?
"
"
In
a
house
in
the
Allees
de
Meillan
,
No.
15
,
on
the
corner
of
a
mantelpiece
in
a
small
room
on
the
fifth
floor
.
"
"
But
,
"
cried
Morrel
,
"
this
purse
is
not
yours
!
"
Julie
handed
to
her
father
the
letter
she
had
received
in
the
morning
.
"
And
did
you
go
alone
?
"
asked
Morrel
,
after
he
had
read
it
.
