Volume I Part 51 (1/2)
”Alorse--you are getting impertinent!”
”No, no, madame, that I am not; only allow iment is my home, and I have neither father norit all in all, I do not ht with the Kabyles, and when one day my end approaches, nobody will have to mourn for me But you appear to ed ain--”
”Ah, and why not?”
”I bid you farewell, for to- it will be all over”
”Well, not so hasty; don't jump immediately froainst her own desire felt soh she tried to hide it; ”tell ; otherwise you seem to be a brave fellow, and it would be a pity for the uniform you ere it not so Well, then, speak out; what is the eshis hoood-by, and when on such an occasion a beautiful woman shakes hands and says, 'Farewell, s luck!”
”But, Monsieur Zouave, you speak in riddles to , if I iers, in the desert, and then further”
”But you are returning to your regih”
”By et the words out of your mouth! Plainly told, what mean all these preliminaries?”
”Well, you know already that the son of Madame Mercedes, Captain Joliette, has disappeared I am attached toall patience!”
”To-day a pale-lookingdark eyes, and coal-black hair and beard, toldin order to search for Captain Joliette, and intends to take me with him!”
Neither the Zouave nor Madame Caraman heard the half-suppressed exclamation, which had just occurred close to the veranda; Mada suddenly asked alhtly, then, the Count of Monte-Cristo intends searching the Sahara for Captain Joliette?”
”Yes, that is the case, and I accoe is the first requirement, and, as I do not lack any, the count has selected me Now, you know all and wherefore I caain Adieu, Mada his cap and turned round ready to depart The lady looked at his; she was a kind-hearted soul and the brave Zouave aht, if God had presented her with one, he ought to have reseood-by, moved her, and she said in a half-audible voice:
”Monsieur Zouave!”
Coucou re
”Come this way! Are you, perhaps, afraid of me? On previous occasions you were less ti steps justified this suspicion, and Madaly:
”I shall not hurt you; there, put your hand into irl
”What? I should be allowed to put ly paw into your hand!” he stuttered quite confounded, and then he perceived that he had been again rude and tried to excuse hily paw--I--”
”Never mind that,” the lady interrupted him; ”there, shake hands and think that I a, with tears in his eyes; ”oh, no such thing; then you must act differently! When I took leave of my poor mother, she took hold of my head and kissed me heartily on both cheeks!
I believe I have to thank these kisses that I still carry my head between my shoulders!”
Madame Caraman wiped a tear from her eye, and then she took the head of the Zouave between her hands and did exactly like his mother