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"
And
what
is
her
name
?
"
"
Haidee
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
.
"
A
Greek
?
"
murmured
the
Count
of
Morcerf
.
"
Yes
,
indeed
,
count
,
"
said
Madame
Danglars
;
"
and
tell
me
,
did
you
ever
see
at
the
court
of
Ali
Tepelini
,
whom
you
so
gloriously
and
valiantly
served
,
a
more
exquisite
beauty
or
richer
costume
?
"
"
Did
I
hear
rightly
,
monsieur
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
"
that
you
served
at
Yanina
?
"
"
I
was
inspector-general
of
the
pasha
's
troops
,
"
replied
Morcerf
;
"
and
it
is
no
secret
that
I
owe
my
fortune
,
such
as
it
is
,
to
the
liberality
of
the
illustrious
Albanese
chief
.
"
"
But
look
!
"
exclaimed
Madame
Danglars
.
"
Where
?
"
stammered
Morcerf
.
"
There
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
placing
his
arms
around
the
count
,
and
leaning
with
him
over
the
front
of
the
box
,
just
as
Haidee
,
whose
eyes
were
occupied
in
examining
the
theatre
in
search
of
her
guardian
,
perceived
his
pale
features
close
to
Morcerf
's
face
.
It
was
as
if
the
young
girl
beheld
the
head
of
Medusa
.
She
bent
forwards
as
though
to
assure
herself
of
the
reality
of
what
she
saw
,
then
,
uttering
a
faint
cry
,
threw
herself
back
in
her
seat
.
The
sound
was
heard
by
the
people
about
Ali
,
who
instantly
opened
the
box-door
.
"
Why
,
count
,
"
exclaimed
Eugenie
,
"
what
has
happened
to
your
ward
?
she
seems
to
have
been
taken
suddenly
ill
.
"
"
Very
probably
,
"
answered
the
count
.
"
But
do
not
be
alarmed
on
her
account
.
