Hey, Villefort said something. Whoever rings the bell wants to see me.
A stranger, he won’t say his name.
A stranger who doesn’t want to give his name. What does he want?
He wants to talk to you.
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What kind of person is he?
Well, Mr. Wang is a man of about fifty.
Is he tall or short?
Almost like you, sir
Is the hair black or yellow?
Very dark, black eyes, black hair and black eyebrows.
What to wear? Villefort asked quickly.
Wearing a blue cloak with chest buttons and a medal of honor
It was he, said Villefort, turning pale.
Er, exactly. We have described the appearance twice. The man walked in the door and said that there were still many rules. Where can I tell his father to wait in the living room? Is this the Marseilles rule?
Father villefort shouted, I am not mistaken. I think it must be you.
Oh, that’s so fake. Do you think it’s so sure that the visitor leaned his cane against a corner and put his hat on a chair? Let me tell you, my dear Gerald, it’s very impolite of you to ask me to wait outside the door like this.
Go ahead, said Mainville Fu, and the servant left the room with a surprised look on his face.
Chapter 1 Father
M. Noirtier followed the servant until he saw the door, and then he went over and doubted it. He was afraid that people in the outside living room would eavesdrop on this precaution. It was not because he suddenly withdrew from the eggplant that he obviously committed the crime of our ancestors’ degeneration. M. Noirtier took the trouble to carefully go to the outside living room door and the bedroom door, and then he extended his hand to Villefort and watched his every move with a look of shock.
Ah, my dear visitor Gerald said to the young man and gave him a deep look. You know, you don’t seem very happy to see me.
My dear father Villefort said that I was just the opposite. I was very happy, but I didn’t expect you to come. My father was surprised.
But my dear friend M. Noirtier found a place to sit down as he spoke, and I’d like to say this to you, because you told me that you were engaged on February 20 and arrived here in Paris on March 3.
My dear father, Gerald, said, drawing the chair closer to M. Noirtier. Even if I come, you don’t have to complain because I am you. My coming here may save your life.
Ah, really? M. Noirtier is lying comfortably in his chair. Tell me about it, judge. It must be interesting.
Father, have you ever heard of a Napoleonic club in St. Jacques Street?
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