"I will help you. You were speaking of the Champs Elysees just now, worthy foster-father." "Well?" "Well, in the Champs Elysees there resides a very rich gentleman." "At whose house you robbed and murdered, did you not?" "I believe I did." "The Count of Monte Cristo?" "'Tis you who have named him, as M. Racine says. Well, am I to rush into his arms, and strain him to my heart, crying, 'My father, my father!' like Monsieur Pixerecourt." [*]
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