THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
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it would be a crime. Adieu, my noble and generous friend, adieu; I will go and tell Valentine what you have done for me."
And slowly, though without any hesitation, only waiting to press the count's hand fervently, he swallowed the mysterious substance
offered by Monte-Cristo. Then they were both silent. Ali, mute and attentive, brought the pipes and coffee, and disappeared. By degrees the lamps gradually faded in the hands of the marble statues which held them, and the perfumes appeared less powerful to Morrel. Seated opposite to him, Monte-Cristo watched him in the shadow, and Morrel
