Volume I Part 77 (1/2)
”I am a French colonist, count, and my name is Fanfaro”
Coucou and Albert now ran up to the count
”The gentleman is evidently a hed
Mademoiselle Clary now approached the count
”How thankful I am,” she said, ”to have arrived so opportunely”
”And what brought you here?” asked the count
”I swore to follow you,” replied Clary, blushi+ng, ”but was delayed soyour son Fortunately I cas the credit and--”
”And now, I thank God, the matter is over,” interrupted Madame Caraman
”And it was for ers?” asked Albert
Monte-Cristo looked tenderly at the younghis ar man
”And now,” Albert said, ”let me present you to racefully, said:
”Count, excuse me, please, if my clothes are not exactly fashi+onable, but we have had no time to make our toilet”
Albert and the journalist, instead of having fallen down a precipice, had fallen into a lake When Monte-Cristo heard Gratillet's name, he uttered a cry of surprise
”Monsieur Gratillet,” he said, ”are you not a friend of Beauchamp?”
”Yes, his friend and reporter”
”But where is Jacopo?” asked the count, looking about for the Corsican
”Jacopo is dead,” said the Zouave; ”a bullet shot hih the heart”
Monte-Cristo hurried with Coucou and Albert to the spot where Jacopo had fallen Suddenly he struck his forehead
”What has become of Medje?” he asked
”Medje?” asked Albert
”Yes, she brought us here, and--merciful Heaven! here she lies,” the count exclairound, with a dagger wound in the shoulder
”Poor Medje!” said Albert