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"
I
must
tell
you
that
I
have
not
come
to
any
decided
opinion
respecting
him
,
but
I
think
him
a
Maltese
.
"
"
I
do
not
ask
you
of
his
origin
but
what
he
is
.
"
"
Ah
,
what
he
is
;
that
is
quite
another
thing
.
I
have
seen
so
many
remarkable
things
in
him
,
that
if
you
would
have
me
really
say
what
I
think
,
I
shall
reply
that
I
really
do
look
upon
him
as
one
of
Byron
's
heroes
,
whom
misery
has
marked
with
a
fatal
brand
;
some
Manfred
,
some
Lara
,
some
Werner
,
one
of
those
wrecks
,
as
it
were
,
of
some
ancient
family
,
who
,
disinherited
of
their
patrimony
,
have
achieved
one
by
the
force
of
their
adventurous
genius
,
which
has
placed
them
above
the
laws
of
society
.
"
"
You
say
"
--
"
I
say
that
Monte
Cristo
is
an
island
in
the
midst
of
the
Mediterranean
,
without
inhabitants
or
garrison
,
the
resort
of
smugglers
of
all
nations
,
and
pirates
of
every
flag
.
Who
knows
whether
or
not
these
industrious
worthies
do
not
pay
to
their
feudal
lord
some
dues
for
his
protection
?
"
"
That
is
possible
,
"
said
the
countess
,
reflecting
.
"
Never
mind
,
"
continued
the
young
man
,
"
smuggler
or
not
,
you
must
agree
,
mother
dear
,
as
you
have
seen
him
,
that
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
is
a
remarkable
man
,
who
will
have
the
greatest
success
in
the
salons
of
Paris
.
Why
,
this
very
morning
,
in
my
rooms
,
he
made
his
entree
amongst
us
by
striking
every
man
of
us
with
amazement
,
not
even
excepting
Chateau
--
Renaud
.
"
"
And
what
do
you
suppose
is
the
count
's
age
?
"
inquired
Mercedes
,
evidently
attaching
great
importance
to
this
question
.
"
Thirty-five
or
thirty-six
,
mother
.
"
