The Count of Monte Cristo

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Haidee answered with a heartrending expression, "Why should he
understand this, my sister? He is my master, and I am his slave; he has
the right to notice nothing."

The count shuddered at the tones of a voice which penetrated the inmost
recesses of his heart; his eyes met those of the young girl and he could
not bear their brilliancy. "Oh, heavens," exclaimed Monte Cristo, "can
my suspicions be correct? Haidee, would it please you not to leave me?"

"I am young," gently replied Haidee; "I love the life you have made so
sweet to me, and I should be sorry to die."

"You mean, then, that if I leave you, Haidee"--

"I should die; yes, my lord."

"Do you then love me?"