The Count of Monte Cristo

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arose and welcomed him with a smile peculiar to herself, expressive at
once of the most implicit obedience and also of the deepest love. Monte
Cristo advanced towards her and extended his hand, which she as usual
raised to her lips.

Albert had proceeded no farther than the door, where he remained rooted
to the spot, being completely fascinated by the sight of such surpassing
beauty, beheld as it was for the first time, and of which an inhabitant
of more northern climes could form no adequate idea.

"Whom do you bring?" asked the young girl in Romaic, of Monte Cristo;
"is it a friend, a brother, a simple acquaintance, or an enemy."

"A friend," said Monte Cristo in the same language.

"What is his name?"