The Count of Monte Cristo

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not coming to Paris, is he? He is old, covered with wounds, and suffers
dreadfully, he says, in travelling."

"Indeed?"

"Well, I am come to ask a favor of you."

"Of me?"

"Yes, of you."

"And pray what may it be?"

"Well, to take his part."

"Ah, my dear sir! What?--after the varied relations I have had the
happiness to sustain towards you, can it be that you know me so little