The truth is,’ replied Dantes, ‘that I am too happy for noisy mirth; …joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.

He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow, with black eyes, and hair as dark as the raven’s wing; and his whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle...

Enough,’ said Mercedes, ‘enough Edmond! Believe me that she who alone recognized you has been the only one to comprehend you. And had she crossed your path, and you had crushed her like a frail...

She is not my mistress,’ replied the young sailor gravely, ‘she is my betrothed.’’Sometimes one and the same thing,’ said Morrel, with a smile.’Not with us, sir,’ replied Dantes.