The Son of Monte-Cristo; Sequel to the Wife of Monte-Cristo, and End of the Continuation to Alexander Dumas' Celebrated Novel of the Count of Monte-Cr Paperback - 2009

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...is a perfect little fiend, sometimes!" Labarre, with his heart in his mouth, clutched at the wall to prevent himself from falling.-Come! Cinette--come; you must not be naughty!" It was plain to Labarre who this person was--be had heard her voice before. But this girl--who was she? The old man now entered the room. The girl saw him, and said, apologetically: "Pray, do not scold us--we mean no harm." "Whoever asks hospitality at thiB door receives it," answered Labarre. "But tell who you both are." Caillette, for it was she, laid her finger on her lips and whispered low: "She is mad!" Tears came to the old man's eyes. "I beg of you," he asked again, "to tell me who this woman is." "A poor, sick creature, who was once very happy She has lost her husband and her children, and met with some terrible accident beside." "But her name?" "I have not the smallest idea. Oinette always calls her mamma." "Cinette! Who bears that name?" "A good little girl in Paris, who earns her bread by singing in the streets. It now seems that she is the sister of Fanfar. It is a very strange sorrow, one fall of sorrow!" "And Fanfar--whom do you call Fanfar?" asked the old man, with a troubled face. Caillette started. She remembered that her love had been disdained, but she was kind-hearted, of the stuS of which martyrs are made. "Fanfar was a foundling. He is now a young man both good and handsome." 44 Where have I heard that name?" Labarre said to himself. Suddenly the woman seated in the chair looked up. "Excuse the simplicity of the arrangements--the inn does as well as possible." "Francoise Fougfire!" he cried. Francoise started up, as if sustained by supernatural strength. "Who calls me?" she cried. "Who is it that speaks my name?" "Francoise, do you remember Simon, ...