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"
The
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
?
"
"
The
same
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
cried
Valentine
,
"
he
is
too
much
the
friend
of
Madame
de
Villefort
ever
to
be
mine
.
"
"
The
friend
of
Madame
de
Villefort
!
It
can
not
be
;
surely
,
Valentine
,
you
are
mistaken
?
"
"
No
,
indeed
,
I
am
not
;
for
I
assure
you
,
his
power
over
our
household
is
almost
unlimited
.
Courted
by
my
step-mother
,
who
regards
him
as
the
epitome
of
human
wisdom
;
admired
by
my
father
,
who
says
he
has
never
before
heard
such
sublime
ideas
so
eloquently
expressed
;
idolized
by
Edward
,
who
,
notwithstanding
his
fear
of
the
count
's
large
black
eyes
,
runs
to
meet
him
the
moment
he
arrives
,
and
opens
his
hand
,
in
which
he
is
sure
to
find
some
delightful
present
--
M.
de
Monte
Cristo
appears
to
exert
a
mysterious
and
almost
uncontrollable
influence
over
all
the
members
of
our
family
.
"
"
If
such
be
the
case
,
my
dear
Valentine
,
you
must
yourself
have
felt
,
or
at
all
events
will
soon
feel
,
the
effects
of
his
presence
.
He
meets
Albert
de
Morcerf
in
Italy
--
it
is
to
rescue
him
from
the
hands
of
the
banditti
;
he
introduces
himself
to
Madame
Danglars
--
it
is
that
he
may
give
her
a
royal
present
;
your
step-mother
and
her
son
pass
before
his
door
--
it
is
that
his
Nubian
may
save
them
from
destruction
.
This
man
evidently
possesses
the
power
of
influencing
events
,
both
as
regards
men
and
things
.
I
never
saw
more
simple
tastes
united
to
greater
magnificence
.
His
smile
is
so
sweet
when
he
addresses
me
,
that
I
forget
it
ever
can
be
bitter
to
others
.
Ah
,
Valentine
,
tell
me
,
if
he
ever
looked
on
you
with
one
of
those
sweet
smiles
?
if
so
,
depend
on
it
,
you
will
be
happy
.
"
"
Me
?
"
said
the
young
girl
,
"
he
never
even
glances
at
me
;
on
the
contrary
,
if
I
accidentally
cross
his
path
,
he
appears
rather
to
avoid
me
.
Ah
,
he
is
not
generous
,
neither
does
he
possess
that
supernatural
penetration
which
you
attribute
to
him
,
for
if
he
did
,
he
would
have
perceived
that
I
was
unhappy
;
and
if
he
had
been
generous
,
seeing
me
sad
and
solitary
,
he
would
have
used
his
influence
to
my
advantage
,
and
since
,
as
you
say
,
he
resembles
the
sun
,
he
would
have
warmed
my
heart
with
one
of
his
life-giving
rays
.
You
say
he
loves
you
,
Maximilian
;
how
do
you
know
that
he
does
?
All
would
pay
deference
to
an
officer
like
you
,
with
a
fierce
mustache
and
a
long
sabre
,
but
they
think
they
may
crush
a
poor
weeping
girl
with
impunity
.
"
"
Ah
,
Valentine
,
I
assure
you
you
are
mistaken
.
"
