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THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
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Albert reeled as if shot with a cannon-ball, and fell on a chair near the door. Monte-Cristo saw not this second weakness, he was at the window, calling:
"Ali, a horse for M. Morcerf! quick, he is in a hurry!"
These words restored Albert; he darted from the room, followed by the count.
"Thank you!" cried he, throwing himself on his horse.
"Return as soon as you can, Florentin. Must I use any pass-word to procure a horse?"
"Only dismount; another will be immediately saddled."
