The Sovereign Order of Monte Cristo by Holy Ghost Writer

The next morning, Dantes plans to visit more of his old friends, at least those who still reside in Paris. “My heart fills with joy to see you-let us enjoy this magnificent feast as well as one another’s company.”

Dantes rushes over to him and bids him hello. Just then, he hears the creak of a wheelchair. It’s a different world, but one I believe you will enjoy,” Dantes tells them. When the baby is old enough to travel, you will all have to visit my estate in Georgia. “Oh, nothing can compare to a good French meal, although American food has its own charms.

Perhaps you have become too accustomed to their fare to appreciate ours.” “I know the food in America is quite different. “I hope this pleases you, sir,” Valentine tells him. The yeasty smell of homemade bread fills the air and makes his mouth water. He looks at the spread before him-fresh fruit and vegetables, as well as two huge pheasants with mint jelly. “The table looks divine,” Dantes says, thinking how nice it is to be out of his traveling clothes and into something more refined. The servant helps Dantes dress and leads him to the dining room. Finally, he falls fast asleep, only to awaken to a servant telling him the meal is nearly ready. He wants to go to the opera while he is in town and also visit a few of his favorite haunts. How blessed he is! He resolves to enjoy Paris while he is here, though.

The sweet, baby faces of his daughters loom in the darkness of his closed eyes. He hopes to slow down soon, for he loves his new home with his family close by and misses them terribly. He has played and traveled hard over the past few busy years, and he knows it has worn on him there is more silver in his hair than before. After the much-needed bath, Dantes puts on his dressing gown and lies down on his old bed, which he finds deeply comforting.

The Sovereign Order of Monte Cristo by Holy Ghost Writer