THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 89 Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 89 A Nocturnal Interview. Monte Cristo waited according to his usual custom until Duprez had sung his famous Suivez-moi then he rose and went out. Morrel took leave of him at the door renewing his promise to be with him the next morning at seven o clock and to bring Emmanuel. Then he stepped into his coupe calm and smiling and was at home in five minutes. No one who knew the count could mistake his expression when on entering he said Ali bring me my pistols with the ivory cross. Ali brought the box to his master who examined the weapons with a solicitude very natural to a man who is about to intrust his life to a little powder and shot. These were pistols of an especial pattern which Monte Cristo had had made for target practice in his own room. A cap was sufficient to drive out the bullet and from the adjoining room no one would have suspected that the count was as sportsmen would say keeping his hand in. He was just taking one up and looking for the point to aim at on a little iron plate which served him as a target when his study door opened and Baptistin entered. Before he had spoken a word the count saw in the next room a veiled woman who had followed closely after Baptistin and now seeing the count with a pistol in his hand and swords on the table rushed in. Baptistin looked at his master who made a sign to him and he went out closing the door after him. Who are you madame said the count to the veiled woman. The stranger cast one look around her to be certain that they were quite alone then bending as if she would have knelt and joining her hands she said with an accent of despair Edmond you will not kill my son The count retreated a step uttered a slight exclamation and let fall the pistol he held. What name did you pronounce then Madame de Morcerf said he. Yours cried she throwing back her veil -- yours which I alone perhaps have not forgotten. Edmond it is not Madame de Morcerf who is come to you it is .
