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"
I
beseech
you
,
madame
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
"
not
to
spoil
Ali
,
either
by
too
great
praise
or
rewards
.
I
can
not
allow
him
to
acquire
the
habit
of
expecting
to
be
recompensed
for
every
trifling
service
he
may
render
.
Ali
is
my
slave
,
and
in
saving
your
life
he
was
but
discharging
his
duty
to
me
.
"
"
Nay
,
"
interposed
Madame
de
Villefort
,
on
whom
the
authoritative
style
adopted
by
the
count
made
a
deep
impression
,
"
nay
,
but
consider
that
to
preserve
my
life
he
has
risked
his
own
.
"
"
His
life
,
madame
,
belongs
not
to
him
;
it
is
mine
,
in
return
for
my
having
myself
saved
him
from
death
.
"
Madame
de
Villefort
made
no
further
reply
;
her
mind
was
utterly
absorbed
in
the
contemplation
of
the
person
who
,
from
the
first
instant
she
saw
him
,
had
made
so
powerful
an
impression
on
her
.
During
the
evident
preoccupation
of
Madame
de
Villefort
,
Monte
Cristo
scrutinized
the
features
and
appearance
of
the
boy
she
kept
folded
in
her
arms
,
lavishing
on
him
the
most
tender
endearments
.
The
child
was
small
for
his
age
,
and
unnaturally
pale
.
A
mass
of
straight
black
hair
,
defying
all
attempts
to
train
or
curl
it
,
fell
over
his
projecting
forehead
,
and
hung
down
to
his
shoulders
,
giving
increased
vivacity
to
eyes
already
sparkling
with
a
youthful
love
of
mischief
and
fondness
for
every
forbidden
enjoyment
.
His
mouth
was
large
,
and
the
lips
,
which
had
not
yet
regained
their
color
,
were
particularly
thin
;
in
fact
,
the
deep
and
crafty
look
,
giving
a
predominant
expression
to
the
child
's
face
,
belonged
rather
to
a
boy
of
twelve
or
fourteen
than
to
one
so
young
.
His
first
movement
was
to
free
himself
by
a
violent
push
from
the
encircling
arms
of
his
mother
,
and
to
rush
forward
to
the
casket
from
whence
the
count
had
taken
the
phial
of
elixir
;
then
,
without
asking
permission
of
any
one
,
he
proceeded
,
in
all
the
wilfulness
of
a
spoiled
child
unaccustomed
to
restrain
either
whims
or
caprices
,
to
pull
the
corks
out
of
all
the
bottles
.
"
Touch
nothing
,
my
little
friend
,
"
cried
the
count
eagerly
;
"
some
of
those
liquids
are
not
only
dangerous
to
taste
,
but
even
to
inhale
.
"
Madame
de
Villefort
became
very
pale
,
and
,
seizing
her
son
's
arm
,
drew
him
anxiously
toward
her
;
but
,
once
satisfied
of
his
safety
,
she
also
cast
a
brief
but
expressive
glance
on
the
casket
,
which
was
not
lost
upon
the
count
.
At
this
moment
Ali
entered
.
At
sight
of
him
Madame
de
Villefort
uttered
an
expression
of
pleasure
,
and
,
holding
the
child
still
closer
towards
her
,
she
said
,
"
Edward
,
dearest
,
do
you
see
that
good
man
?
He
has
shown
very
great
courage
and
resolution
,
for
he
exposed
his
own
life
to
stop
the
horses
that
were
running
away
with
us
,
and
would
certainly
have
dashed
the
carriage
to
pieces
.
Thank
him
,
then
,
my
child
,
in
your
very
best
manner
;
for
,
had
he
not
come
to
our
aid
,
neither
you
nor
I
would
have
been
alive
to
speak
our
thanks
.
"
The
child
stuck
out
his
lips
and
turned
away
his
head
in
a
disdainful
manner
,
saying
,
"
He
's
too
ugly
.
"
The
count
smiled
as
if
the
child
bade
fair
to
realize
his
hopes
,
while
Madame
de
Villefort
reprimanded
her
son
with
a
gentleness
and
moderation
very
far
from
conveying
the
least
idea
of
a
fault
having
been
committed
.
"
This
lady
,
"
said
the
Count
,
speaking
to
Ali
in
the
Arabic
language
,
"
is
desirous
that
her
son
should
thank
you
for
saving
both
their
lives
;
but
the
boy
refuses
,
saying
you
are
too
ugly
.
"
Ali
turned
his
intelligent
countenance
towards
the
boy
,
on
whom
he
gazed
without
any
apparent
emotion
;
but
the
spasmodic
working
of
the
nostrils
showed
to
the
practiced
eye
of
Monte
Cristo
that
the
Arab
had
been
wounded
to
the
heart
.
"
Will
you
permit
me
to
inquire
,
"
said
Madame
de
Villefort
,
as
she
arose
to
take
her
leave
,
"
whether
you
usually
reside
here
?
"
"
No
,
I
do
not
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
;
"
it
is
a
small
place
I
have
purchased
quite
lately
.
My
place
of
abode
is
No
.
