interest me." And the count, humming an air from "Lucia," went to sit
down on a bench, while Bertuccio followed him, collecting his thoughts.
Bertuccio remained standing before him.
Chapter 44. The Vendetta.
"At what point shall I begin my story, your excellency?" asked
Bertuccio.
"Where you please," returned Monte Cristo, "since I know nothing at all
of it."
"I thought the Abbe Busoni had told your excellency."
"Some particulars, doubtless, but that is seven or eight years ago, and
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