The Count of Monte Cristo

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eyebrows. "Oh, the magnificent hair!" said Louise, with regret.

"And am I not a hundred times better thus?" cried Eugenie, smoothing the
scattered curls of her hair, which had now quite a masculine appearance;
"and do you not think me handsomer so?"

"Oh, you are beautiful--always beautiful!" cried Louise. "Now, where are
you going?"

"To Brussels, if you like; it is the nearest frontier. We can go to
Brussels, Liege, Aix-la-Chapelle; then up the Rhine to Strasburg. We
will cross Switzerland, and go down into Italy by the Saint-Gothard.
Will that do?"

"Yes."

"What are you looking at?"