The Count of Monte Cristo

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fear."

"But it is the wretched"--

"That man cannot injure me, Haidee," said Monte Cristo; "it was his son
alone that there was cause to fear."

"And what I have suffered," said the young girl, "you shall never know,
my lord." Monte Cristo smiled. "By my father's tomb," said he, extending
his hand over the head of the young girl, "I swear to you, Haidee, that
if any misfortune happens, it will not be to me."

"I believe you, my lord, as implicitly as if God had spoken to me," said
the young girl, presenting her forehead to him. Monte Cristo pressed on
that pure beautiful forehead a kiss which made two hearts throb at once,
the one violently, the other heavily. "Oh," murmured the count, "shall
I then be permitted to love again? Ask M. de Morcerf into the