great coolness. "Oh, what a dreadful event!" cried Maximilian. "Not for the countess, or for Albert," said Monte Cristo; "a dead father or husband is better than a dishonored one,--blood washes out shame." "Poor countess," said Maximilian, "I pity her very much; she is so noble a woman!" "Pity Albert also, Maximilian; for believe me he is the worthy son of the countess. But let us return to yourself. You have hastened to me--can I have the happiness of being useful to you?" "Yes, I need your help: that is I thought like a madman that you could lend me your assistance in a case where God alone can succor me."
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