"Really," said the major, "difficulties seem to thicken upon us; will
she be wanted in any way?"
"No, sir," replied Monte Cristo; "besides, has she not"--
"Yes, sir," said the major, "she has"--
"Paid the last debt of nature?"
"Alas, yes," returned the Italian.
"I knew that," said Monte Cristo; "she has been dead these ten years."
"And I am still mourning her loss," exclaimed the major, drawing from
his pocket a checked handkerchief, and alternately wiping first the left
and then the right eye.
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