Monte-Cristo clasped his arms around Spero's shoulders and, accompanied by him and Medje, approached the tent.
In consternation the young wife pulled a dagger sparkling with diamonds out of her waist, and offered it to Monte-Cristo.
The world calls him the son of the Count of Monte-Cristo—let him be deserving of this title!
Half an hour later, Monte-Cristo and his men reached the oasis.
What is the Count of Monte-Cristo to you that you swoon at the mere sight of him?
