this evening; he will hurt himself with all his ill-chosen barbarisms:
let him go home and go to sleep." Beauchamp left the box, perfectly
amazed. "Now," said Monte Cristo, turning towards Morrel, "I may depend
upon you, may I not?"
"Certainly," said Morrel, "I am at your service, count; still"--
"What?"
"It is desirable I should know the real cause."
"That is to say, you would rather not?"
"No."
"The young man himself is acting blindfolded, and knows not the true
cause, which is known only to God and to me; but I give you my word,
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