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THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO
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"When do you leave?"
"Immediately; the steamer waits, and in an hour I shall be far from you. Will you accompany me to the harbor, Maximilian?"
"I am entirely yours, count."
Morrel accompanied the count to the harbor. The white steam was ascending like a plume of feathers from the black chimney that sent it aloft. The steamer soon disappeared, and in an hour afterward, as the count had said, this streamer of gray smoke was scarce visible as it streaked the eastern sky, now darkening with the first mists of night.
October Fifth.
