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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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"
In
the
street
.
"
"
He
awaits
the
answer
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
I
must
learn
where
we
are
going
.
I
will
summon
him
hither
.
"
"
It
is
useless
;
he
would
not
come
up
.
"
"
To
your
apartments
,
perhaps
;
but
he
will
not
make
any
difficulty
at
entering
mine
.
"
The
count
went
to
the
window
of
the
apartment
that
looked
on
to
the
street
,
and
whistled
in
a
peculiar
manner
.
The
man
in
the
mantle
quitted
the
wall
,
and
advanced
into
the
middle
of
the
street
.
"
Salite
!
"
said
the
count
,
in
the
same
tone
in
which
he
would
have
given
an
order
to
his
servant
.
The
messenger
obeyed
without
the
least
hesitation
,
but
rather
with
alacrity
,
and
,
mounting
the
steps
at
a
bound
,
entered
the
hotel
;
five
seconds
afterwards
he
was
at
the
door
of
the
room
.
"
Ah
,
it
is
you
,
Peppino
,
"
said
the
count
.
But
Peppino
,
instead
of
answering
,
threw
himself
on
his
knees
,
seized
the
count
's
hand
,
and
covered
it
with
kisses
.
"
Ah
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
you
have
,
then
,
not
forgotten
that
I
saved
your
life
;
that
is
strange
,
for
it
is
a
week
ago
.
"
"
No
,
excellency
;
and
never
shall
I
forget
it
,
"
returned
Peppino
,
with
an
accent
of
profound
gratitude
.
"
Never
?
That
is
a
long
time
;
but
it
is
something
that
you
believe
so
.
Rise
and
answer
.
"
Peppino
glanced
anxiously
at
Franz
.
"
Oh
,
you
may
speak
before
his
excellency
,
"
said
he
;
"
he
is
one
of
my
friends
.
You
allow
me
to
give
you
this
title
?
"
continued
the
count
in
French
,
"
it
is
necessary
to
excite
this
man
's
confidence
.
"
