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"
Good
,
"
he
said
;
and
M.
Bertuccio
left
enraptured
,
so
great
,
so
powerful
,
and
real
was
the
influence
exercised
by
this
man
over
all
who
surrounded
him
.
At
precisely
six
o'clock
the
clatter
of
horses
'
hoofs
was
heard
at
the
entrance
door
;
it
was
our
captain
of
Spahis
,
who
had
arrived
on
Medeah
.
"
I
am
sure
I
am
the
first
,
"
cried
Morrel
;
"
I
did
it
on
purpose
to
have
you
a
minute
to
myself
,
before
every
one
came
.
Julie
and
Emmanuel
have
a
thousand
things
to
tell
you
.
Ah
,
really
this
is
magnificent
!
But
tell
me
,
count
,
will
your
people
take
care
of
my
horse
?
"
"
Do
not
alarm
yourself
,
my
dear
Maximilian
--
they
understand
.
"
"
I
mean
,
because
he
wants
petting
.
If
you
had
seen
at
what
a
pace
he
came
--
like
the
wind
!
"
"
I
should
think
so
--
a
horse
that
cost
5,000
francs
!
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
in
the
tone
which
a
father
would
use
towards
a
son
.
"
Do
you
regret
them
?
"
asked
Morrel
,
with
his
open
laugh
.
"
I
?
Certainly
not
,
"
replied
the
count
.
"
No
;
I
should
only
regret
if
the
horse
had
not
proved
good
.
"
"
It
is
so
good
,
that
I
have
distanced
M.
de
Chateau
--
Renaud
,
one
of
the
best
riders
in
France
,
and
M.
Debray
,
who
both
mount
the
minister
's
Arabians
;
and
close
on
their
heels
are
the
horses
of
Madame
Danglars
,
who
always
go
at
six
leagues
an
hour
.
"
"
Then
they
follow
you
?
"
asked
Monte
Cristo
.
"
See
,
they
are
here
.
"
And
at
the
same
minute
a
carriage
with
smoking
horses
,
accompanied
by
two
mounted
gentlemen
,
arrived
at
the
gate
,
which
opened
before
them
.
The
carriage
drove
round
,
and
stopped
at
the
steps
,
followed
by
the
horsemen
.
The
instant
Debray
had
touched
the
ground
,
he
was
at
the
carriage-door
.
He
offered
his
hand
to
the
baroness
,
who
,
descending
,
took
it
with
a
peculiarity
of
manner
imperceptible
to
every
one
but
Monte
Cristo
.
But
nothing
escaped
the
count
's
notice
,
and
he
observed
a
little
note
,
passed
with
the
facility
that
indicates
frequent
practice
,
from
the
hand
of
Madame
Danglars
to
that
of
the
minister
's
secretary
.
After
his
wife
the
banker
descended
,
as
pale
as
though
he
had
issued
from
his
tomb
instead
of
his
carriage
.
Madame
Danglars
threw
a
rapid
and
inquiring
glance
which
could
only
be
interpreted
by
Monte
Cristo
,
around
the
court-yard
,
over
the
peristyle
,
and
across
the
front
of
the
house
,
then
,
repressing
a
slight
emotion
,
which
must
have
been
seen
on
her
countenance
if
she
had
not
kept
her
color
,
she
ascended
the
steps
,
saying
to
Morrel
,
"
Sir
,
if
you
were
a
friend
of
mine
,
I
should
ask
you
if
you
would
sell
your
horse
.
"
