Volume I Part 38 (1/2)
Monte-Crisobwed his head and a tear glistened in his eye
It was in memory of his friend and teacher, the Abbe Faria
Sante-Croce looked wonderingly at the count
”You are a God!” he exclai to forgive,” replied the count, gently; ”I have only to keep what I have promised Spero, come here”
”Here I am, papa,” called the boy
”Good, my son You know your duty Accompany the patriots; take my place until Aslitta's condition permits me to relieve you”
A cannon-shot caused the house to shake to its foundations, and Haydee, pale and treins,” she whispered to her husband ”Oh, the cruelty!”
Monte-Cristo threw his ar the boy a wink, he consolingly said:
”Spero will be worthy of you and o”
Spero pressed a kiss on Haydee's lips, threw his arms about his father's neck and whispered in his ear:
”I will doto the marquis he put his hand in that of the old o!”
A half-hour passed by Monte-Cristo and Haydee were still busied with Aslitta, when a servant entered bearing a sealed letter on a silver salver
”A courier who has coht it,” said the servant, in answer to a question of the count's
”Did he give his name?”
”Yes; he said his name was Penelon, and that he came from Marseilles”
”From Marseilles!” exclaimed Haydee, anxiously; ”oh, quick! see what the letter says”
Monte-Crisoboke the seal The letter only contained a feords:
”I arief Come at once!
”MERCEDES”
The count handed the letter to Haydee The latter read it and then said: