The Count of Monte Cristo

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Valentine seized the count's hand, and in her irresistible impulse of
joy carried it to her lips.

"Oh, thank me again!" said the count; "tell me till you are weary, that
I have restored you to happiness; you do not know how much I require
this assurance."

"Oh, yes, yes, I thank you with all my heart," said Valentine; "and if
you doubt the sincerity of my gratitude, oh, then, ask Haidee! ask my
beloved sister Haidee, who ever since our departure from France, has
caused me to wait patiently for this happy day, while talking to me of
you."

"You then love Haidee?" asked Monte Cristo with an emotion he in vain
endeavored to dissimulate.

"Oh, yes, with all my soul."