The Count of Monte Cristo

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Valentine as they said this. She was in tears, and, strange as it was,
in spite of the emotions he felt at the sight of these tears, he looked
also at Madame de Villefort, and it appeared to him as if a slight
gloomy smile had passed over her thin lips, like a meteor seen passing
inauspiciously between two clouds in a stormy sky.



Chapter 81. The Room of the Retired Baker.

The evening of the day on which the Count of Morcerf had left Danglars'
house with feelings of shame and anger at the rejection of the projected
alliance, M. Andrea Cavalcanti, with curled hair, mustaches in perfect
order, and white gloves which fitted admirably, had entered the
courtyard of the banker's house in La Chaussee d'Antin. He had not been
more than ten minutes in the drawing-room before he drew Danglars aside
into the recess of a bow-window, and, after an ingenious preamble,