The Count of Monte Cristo

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towards Monte Cristo as she said with touching earnestness, "Whether we
return to the East, you mean to say, my lord, do you not?"

"My child," returned Monte Cristo "you know full well that whenever we
part, it will be no fault or wish of mine; the tree forsakes not the
flower--the flower falls from the tree."

"My lord," replied Haidee, "I never will leave you, for I am sure I
could not exist without you."

"My poor girl, in ten years I shall be old, and you will be still
young."

"My father had a long white beard, but I loved him; he was sixty years
old, but to me he was handsomer than all the fine youths I saw."

"Then tell me, Haidee, do you believe you shall be able to accustom