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Rh Monte-Cristo turned pale, and looked at Albert, while playing with some magnificent pistols.

"Your father was fortunate, then?" said he.

"You know my opinion of my mother, count—an angel of heaven—

look at her, still beautiful, witty, better than ever. For any other son to have accompanied his mother four days at Tréport would have been a complaisance or task; while I return after four days' téte-d-téte with her more contented, more peaceful—shall I say more poetic?—than if Thad taken Queen Mab or Titania as my companion."