"Well, then, listen, Valentine," said the count; "I have a favor to ask
of you."
"Of me? Oh, am I happy enough for that?"
"Yes; you have called Haidee your sister,--let her become so indeed,
Valentine; render her all the gratitude you fancy that you owe to me;
protect her, for" (the count's voice was thick with emotion) "henceforth
she will be alone in the world."
"Alone in the world!" repeated a voice behind the count, "and why?"
Monte Cristo turned around; Haidee was standing pale, motionless,
looking at the count with an expression of fearful amazement.
"Because to-morrow, Haidee, you will be free; you will then assume
your proper position in society, for I will not allow my destiny to
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