The Son Of Monte Cristo Part 74 (1/2)

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”But if she should die in the night! However, I aht But ill take care of her?”

”I will,” answered Sanselhter out of the rooive her a bed in the closet next her et into trouble, because she's a minor”

They returned to the sick roohter was crouched upon the floor at the side of the bed Sanselently

”My child,” he said, ”I will take care of your ht You are tired, and a room is ready for you”

”No! no!” cried the child ”I cannot stay here to-night, unless I am in my mother's room”

And she looked so horrified that Sansel creature must feel at the terrible life led by her irl understood that the rooh that occupied by her mother, she said no more, but she seemed to shrink from the very air she breathed

The unhappy Zelda had fallen into a state of prostration, that rendered her unconscious of all that was going on about her Her daughter went to her side

”Do not disturb her,” said Sanselirl looked him full in the face ”You are very kind,” she said ”You knew erly, ”but you are very tired, and soht”

He spoke with a certain hesitation, as if he were telling a falsehood

The girl was too innocent to notice this manner

”If my mother wakes you will call ive you irl left the rooular breathing; tired Nature asserted herself

Then he turned to the bed Frolasses They cared little down there whether this poor creature lived or died She was dying, of this Sanselan to walk up and down the roo to discover in this pale, drawn face soht was direes the house becaht Suddenly the sick woently, ”Are you in pain?”

”No”

”Then try to sleep”

”Sleep!” repeated the poor creature, and then, without any apparent reason, she said to herself, over and over again, ”Accursed! Accursed!”

Then she began to whisper She raised herself in her bed, and was terrible to look upon ”I was a good girl,” she said, ”o to confession I was told to do so”

Sanselme listened with beads of sweat on his brow He detero on It was at Selzheim”

”Selzheim! yes Oh! hoeet it was there There was a mountain, and a lovely brook where I bathed ”