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Rh "Move, monsieur—move away, I entreat you; you are exactly in the spot!"

"What spot?"

"Where he fell."

"My dear M. Bertuccio," said Monte-Cristo, laughing, "recover yourself; we are no longer at Sartène or at Corte. This is not a mâquis but an English garden; badly kept, I own, but still you must not calumniate it for that."

"Monsieur, I implore you, do not stay there!"