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"
Oh
,
it
was
not
on
him
,
monsieur
;
it
was
on
another
.
"
"
This
is
strange
,
"
returned
Monte
Cristo
,
seeming
to
yield
to
his
reflections
,
"
that
you
should
find
yourself
without
any
preparation
in
a
house
where
the
event
happened
that
causes
you
so
much
remorse
.
"
"
Monsieur
,
"
said
the
steward
,
"
it
is
fatality
,
I
am
sure
.
First
,
you
purchase
a
house
at
Auteuil
--
this
house
is
the
one
where
I
have
committed
an
assassination
;
you
descend
to
the
garden
by
the
same
staircase
by
which
he
descended
;
you
stop
at
the
spot
where
he
received
the
blow
;
and
two
paces
farther
is
the
grave
in
which
he
had
just
buried
his
child
.
This
is
not
chance
,
for
chance
,
in
this
case
,
is
too
much
like
providence
.
"
"
Well
,
amiable
Corsican
,
let
us
suppose
it
is
providence
.
I
always
suppose
anything
people
please
,
and
,
besides
,
you
must
concede
something
to
diseased
minds
.
Come
,
collect
yourself
,
and
tell
me
all
.
"
"
I
have
related
it
but
once
,
and
that
was
to
the
Abbe
Busoni
.
Such
things
,
"
continued
Bertuccio
,
shaking
his
head
,
"
are
only
related
under
the
seal
of
confession
.
"
"
Then
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
I
refer
you
to
your
confessor
.
Turn
Chartreux
or
Trappist
,
and
relate
your
secrets
,
but
,
as
for
me
,
I
do
not
like
any
one
who
is
alarmed
by
such
phantasms
,
and
I
do
not
choose
that
my
servants
should
be
afraid
to
walk
in
the
garden
of
an
evening
.
I
confess
I
am
not
very
desirous
of
a
visit
from
the
commissary
of
police
,
for
,
in
Italy
,
justice
is
only
paid
when
silent
--
in
France
she
is
paid
only
when
she
speaks
.
Peste
,
I
thought
you
somewhat
Corsican
,
a
great
deal
smuggler
,
and
an
excellent
steward
;
but
I
see
you
have
other
strings
to
your
bow
.
You
are
no
longer
in
my
service
,
Monsieur
Bertuccio
.
"
"
Oh
,
your
excellency
,
your
excellency
!
"
cried
the
steward
,
struck
with
terror
at
this
threat
,
"
if
that
is
the
only
reason
I
can
not
remain
in
your
service
,
I
will
tell
all
,
for
if
I
quit
you
,
it
will
only
be
to
go
to
the
scaffold
.
"
"
That
is
different
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
;
"
but
if
you
intend
to
tell
an
untruth
,
reflect
it
were
better
not
to
speak
at
all
.
"
"
No
,
monsieur
,
I
swear
to
you
,
by
my
hopes
of
salvation
,
I
will
tell
you
all
,
for
the
Abbe
Busoni
himself
only
knew
a
part
of
my
secret
;
but
,
I
pray
you
,
go
away
from
that
plane-tree
.
The
moon
is
just
bursting
through
the
clouds
,
and
there
,
standing
where
you
do
,
and
wrapped
in
that
cloak
that
conceals
your
figure
,
you
remind
me
of
M.
de
Villefort
.
"
