The Count of Monte-Cristo, Volume 2Chapman and Hall, 186 Strand, 1846 - 464 pages |
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Abbé Busoni Albert Ali Pacha Andrea Cavalcanti answer appeared arms arrived asked Auteuil banker Baptistin baroness Barrois Beauchamp Benedetto Bertuccio brucine Caderousse carriage Château d'If Château-Renaud child Comte Count of Monte-Cristo cried D'Avrigny d'Epinay daughter dear death Debray doctor door drawing-room Edmond Dantès entered Eugénie exclaimed eyes father fear Fernand fortune Franz grief hand happy Haydée head heard heart heaven honour hour kill l'Abbé leave lips Listen looked Madame Danglars Madame de Saint-Méran Madame de Villefort Mademoiselle Danglars marry Maximilian Mercédès Mondego Morcerf Morrel mother murmured never Noirtier notary o'clock opened pale Paris passed Peppino procureur du roi remained replied Monte-Cristo returned seen Selim servant smile speak tell thing thought thousand francs told tone took turned understand uttered Valentine Vasiliki voice wait watch window wish words Yanina young girl
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Page 366 - days and nights. I have filled those papers and have made out the accusation against the assassin Benedetto. Oh, work! work! my passion, my joy, my delight! it is for thee to alleviate my sorrows!" and he convulsively grasped the hand of D'Avrigny. "No," said Villefort, "only return again at eleven o'clock; at twelve
Page 298 - with the same indomitable coolness ; " let us see. Are you not the soldier Fernand, who deserted on the eve of the battle of Waterloo ? Are you not the Lieutenant Fernand who served as guide and spy to the French army in Spain ? Are you not the Captain Fernand who betrayed, sold, and
Page 455 - gracefully, leaving behind it a glittering track. By degrees the sun disappeared behind the western horizon ; but, as though to prove the truth of the fanciful ideas in heathen mythology, its indiscreet rays reappeared on the summit of each wave, seeming to
Page 418 - he felt he had passed beyond the bounds of vengeance, and that he could no longer say, " God is for and with me." With an expression of indescribable anguish, he threw himself upon the body of the child, reopened its eyes, felt its pulse, and then rushed with him into Valentine's room, of which he double-locked the door.
Page 339 - Oh! why is not the world a wilderness?" she exclaimed, throwing herself into the arms of Mademoiselle d'Armilly, her eyes sparkling with the same kind of rage which made Nero wish that the Roman world had but one neck, that he might sever it at a single blow. The next day they stopped at the Hotel de Flandre, at Brussels. The same evening Andrea was
Page 58 - I have been told," said the count, " that you do not always yourselves understand the signals you repeat." • " Certainly, sir, and that is what I like best," said the man, smiling.
Page 57 - I have ten left," said the man, " for here are eleven, and I had twenty-one, five more than last year. But I am not surprised, the spring has been warm this year, and strawberries require heat, sir. This is the reason that, instead of the sixteen I had last year, I have this year,
Page 58 - has a devouring passion in his heart, as every fruit has its worm; that of the man at the telegraph was horticulture. He began gathering the vine-leaves which screened the sun from the grapes, and won the heart of the gardener. " Did you come here, sir, to see the telegraph ?
Page 58 - for us who do not eat them preserved, as the Romans did." "What! did the Romans eat them?" said the gardener, " eat dormice ?" " I have read so in Petronius," said the count. " Really! They can't be nice, though they do say, ' as fat as a dormouse.