An old gentleman," continued the concièrge, "a stanch follower of the Bourbons; he had an only daughter, who married M. de Villefort, who had been the kings attorney at N?mes, and afterwards at Versailles." Monte Cristo glanced at Bertuccio, who became whiter than the wall against which he leaned to prevent himself from falling. "And is not this daughter dead?" demanded Monte Cristo; "I fancy I have heard so.""Yes, monsieur, one and twenty years ago; and since then we have not seen the poor marquis three times.""Thanks, thanks," said Monte Cristo, judging from the stewards utter prostration that he could not stretch the cord further without danger of breaking it. "Give me a light." An old gentleman," continued the concièrge, "a stanch follower of the Bourbons; he had an only daughter, who married M. de Villefort, who had been the kings attorney at N?mes, and afterwards at Versailles." Monte Cristo glanced at Bertuccio, who became whiter than the wall against which he leaned to prevent himself from falling. "And is not this daughter dead?" demanded Monte Cristo; "I fancy I have heard so.""Yes, monsieur, one and twenty years ago; and since then we have not seen the poor marquis three times.""Thanks, thanks," said Monte Cristo, judging from the stewards utter prostration that he could not stretch the cord further without danger of breaking it. "Give me a light."
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