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`Madame,' replied the president, bowing with profound respect, `allow me to ask one question; it shall be the last: Can you prove the authenticity of what you have now stated?' -- `I can, sir,' said Haidee, drawing from under her veil a satin satchel highly perfumed; `for here is the register of my birth, signed by my father and his principal officers, and that of my baptism, my father having consented to my being brought up in my mother's faith, -- this latter has been sealed by the grand primate of Macedonia and Epirus; and lastly (and perhaps the most important), the record of the sale of my person and that of my mother to the Armenian merchant El-Kobbir, by the French officer, who, in his infamous bargain with the Porte, had reserved as his part of the booty the wife and daughter of his benefactor, whom he sold for the sum of four hundred thousand francs.' Agreenish pallor spread over the count's cheeks, and his eyes became bloodshot at these terrible imputations, which were listened to by the assembly with ominous silence.

"Haidee, still calm, but with a calmness more dreadful than the anger of another would have been, handed to the president the record of her sale, written in Arabic.It had been supposed some of the papers might be in the Arabian, Romaic, or Turkish language, and the interpreter of the House was in attendance.One of the noble peers, who was familiar with the Arabic language, having studied it during the famous Egyptian campaign, followed with his eye as the translator read aloud: --"`I, El-Kobbir, a slave-merchant, and purveyor of the harem of his highness, acknowledge having received for transmission to the sublime emperor, from the French lord, the Count of Monte Cristo, an emerald valued at eight hundred thousand francs; as the ransom of a young Christian slave of eleven years of age, named Haidee, the acknowledged daughter of the late lord Ali Tepelini, pasha of Yanina, and of Vasiliki, his favorite; she having been sold to me seven years previously, with her mother, who had died on arriving at Constantinople, by a French colonel in the service of the Vizier Ali Tepelini, named Fernand Mondego.The above-mentioned purchase was made on his highness's account, whose mandate I had, for the sum of four hundred thousand francs.

"`Given at Constantinople, by authority of his highness, in the year 1247 of the Hegira.

"`Signed El-Kobbir.'

"`That this record should have all due authority, it shall bear the imperial seal, which the vendor is bound to have affixed to it.'

"Near the merchant's signature there was, indeed, the seal of the sublime emperor.A dreadful silence followed the reading of this document; the count could only stare, and his gaze, fixed as if unconsciously on Haidee, seemed one of fire and blood.`Madame,' said the president, `may reference be made to the Count of Monte Cristo, who is now, I believe, in Paris?' -- `Sir,' replied Haidee, `the Count of Monte Cristo, my foster-father, has been in Normandy the last three days.'

"`Who, then, has counselled you to take this step, one for which the court is deeply indebted to you, and which is perfectly natural, considering your birth and your misfortunes?' -- `Sir,' replied Haidee, `I have been led to take this step from a feeling of respect and grief.Although a Christian, may God forgive me, I have always sought to revenge my illustrious father.Since I set my foot in France, and knew the traitor lived in Paris, I have watched carefully.I live retired in the house of my noble protector, but I do it from choice.I love retirement and silence, because I can live with my thoughts and recollections of past days.But the Count of Monte Cristo surrounds me with every paternal care, and I am ignorant of nothing which passes in the world.I learn all in the silence of my apartments, -- for instance, I see all the newspapers, every periodical, as well as every new piece of music; and by thus watching the course of the life of others, I learned what had transpired this morning in the House of Peers, and what was to take place this evening;then I wrote.'

"`Then,' remarked the president, `the Count of Monte Cristo knows nothing of your present proceedings?' -- `He is quite unaware of them, and I have but one fear, which is that he should disapprove of what I have done.But it is a glorious day for me,' continued the young girl, raising her ardent gaze to heaven, `that on which I find at last an opportunity of avenging my father!'