The Count of Monte Cristo

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silken purse in her hands, while tears of joy rolled down her cheeks,
like dewdrops on the rose.

"Here is the relic," she said; "do not think it will be less dear to us
now we are acquainted with our benefactor!"

"My child," said Monte Cristo, coloring, "allow me to take back that
purse? Since you now know my face, I wish to be remembered alone through
the affection I hope you will grant me.

"Oh," said Julie, pressing the purse to her heart, "no, no, I beseech
you do not take it, for some unhappy day you will leave us, will you
not?"

"You have guessed rightly, madame," replied Monte Cristo, smiling; "in a
week I shall have left this country, where so many persons who merit the
vengeance of heaven lived happily, while my father perished of hunger