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"
Then
you
remember
everything
that
went
on
about
you
from
the
time
when
you
were
three
years
old
?
"
said
Albert
.
"
Everything
.
"
"
Count
,
"
said
Albert
,
in
a
low
tone
to
Monte
Cristo
,
"
do
allow
the
signora
to
tell
me
something
of
her
history
.
You
prohibited
my
mentioning
my
father
's
name
to
her
,
but
perhaps
she
will
allude
to
him
of
her
own
accord
in
the
course
of
the
recital
,
and
you
have
no
idea
how
delighted
I
should
be
to
hear
our
name
pronounced
by
such
beautiful
lips
.
"
Monte
Cristo
turned
to
Haidee
,
and
with
an
expression
of
countenance
which
commanded
her
to
pay
the
most
implicit
attention
to
his
words
,
he
said
in
Greek
--
"
Tell
us
the
fate
of
your
father
;
but
neither
the
name
of
the
traitor
nor
the
treason
.
"
Haidee
sighed
deeply
,
and
a
shade
of
sadness
clouded
her
beautiful
brow
.
"
What
are
you
saying
to
her
?
"
said
Morcerf
in
an
undertone
.
"
I
again
reminded
her
that
you
were
a
friend
,
and
that
she
need
not
conceal
anything
from
you
.
"
"
Then
,
"
said
Albert
,
"
this
pious
pilgrimage
in
behalf
of
the
prisoners
was
your
first
remembrance
;
what
is
the
next
?
"
"
Oh
,
then
I
remember
as
if
it
were
but
yesterday
sitting
under
the
shade
of
some
sycamore-trees
,
on
the
borders
of
a
lake
,
in
the
waters
of
which
the
trembling
foliage
was
reflected
as
in
a
mirror
.
Under
the
oldest
and
thickest
of
these
trees
,
reclining
on
cushions
,
sat
my
father
;
my
mother
was
at
his
feet
,
and
I
,
childlike
,
amused
myself
by
playing
with
his
long
white
beard
which
descended
to
his
girdle
,
or
with
the
diamond-hilt
of
the
scimitar
attached
to
his
girdle
.
Then
from
time
to
time
there
came
to
him
an
Albanian
who
said
something
to
which
I
paid
no
attention
,
but
which
he
always
answered
in
the
same
tone
of
voice
,
either
'
Kill
,
'
or
'
Pardon
.
'
"
"
It
is
very
strange
,
"
said
Albert
,
"
to
hear
such
words
proceed
from
the
mouth
of
any
one
but
an
actress
on
the
stage
,
and
one
needs
constantly
to
be
saying
to
one
's
self
,
'
This
is
no
fiction
,
it
is
all
reality
,
'
in
order
to
believe
it
.
And
how
does
France
appear
in
your
eyes
,
accustomed
as
they
have
been
to
gaze
on
such
enchanted
scenes
?
"
"
I
think
it
is
a
fine
country
,
"
said
Haidee
,
"
but
I
see
France
as
it
really
is
,
because
I
look
on
it
with
the
eyes
of
a
woman
;
whereas
my
own
country
,
which
I
can
only
judge
of
from
the
impression
produced
on
my
childish
mind
,
always
seems
enveloped
in
a
vague
atmosphere
,
which
is
luminous
or
otherwise
,
according
as
my
remembrances
of
it
are
sad
or
joyous
.
"
