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The Count of Monte Cristo
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  • Noirtier watched, with indescribable pleasure, this noble and sincere countenance, on which every sentiment his tongue uttered was depicted, adding by the expression of his fine features all that coloring adds to a sound and faithful drawing.
  • His misery was depicted in sinister lines on his countenance.
  • The artist who could have depicted the expression of these two countenances would certainly have made of them a beautiful picture.
  • Valentine looked around her; she saw the deepest terror depicted in Noirtier’s eyes.
  • Deep grief was depicted on Morrel’s features; he seized Monte Cristo’s hand.
  • Busoni turned around, and, perceiving the excitement depicted on the magistrate’s face, the savage lustre of his eyes, he understood that the revelation had been made at the assizes; but beyond this he was ignorant.
  • The crime was depicted in the most vivid colors; the former life of the prisoner, his transformation, a review of his life from the earliest period, were set forth with all the talent that a knowledge of human life could furnish to a mind like that of the procureur.
  • Even Ali, who had hastened to obey the Count’s summons, went forth from his master’s presence in charmed amazement at the unusual animation and pleasure depicted on features ordinarily so stern and cold; while, as though dreading to put to flight the agreeable ideas hovering over his patron’s meditations, whatever they were, the faithful Nubian walked on tiptoe towards the door, holding his breath, lest its faintest sound should dissipate his master’s happy reverie.

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  • His painting depicts country life.

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