The Count of Monte Cristo

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"Yes, for the mother's sake--his poor mother!" cried the major, taking a
third biscuit.

"Take some more wine, my dear Cavalcanti," said the count, pouring out
for him a second glass of Alicante; "your emotion has quite overcome
you."

"His poor mother," murmured the major, trying to get the lachrymal gland
in operation, so as to moisten the corner of his eye with a false tear.

"She belonged to one of the first families in Italy, I think, did she
not?"

"She was of a noble family of Fiesole, count."

"And her name was"--