The Count of Monte Cristo

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"Ah, pardieu, mute as a carp."

"Well, I think"--Andrea stopped and looked around.

"You think? Do not fear; pardieu, we are alone."

"I think I have discovered my father."

"Your true father?"

"Yes."

"Not old Cavalcanti?"

"No, for he has gone again; the true one, as you say."

"And that father is"--