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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "Count, I have your word," said Morrel coldly; then takingout his watch, he added, "It is half-past eleven."
2.  "M. Cavalcanti's?" asked Beauchamp.
3.  "But what has become of M. d'Epinay?" replied Morrel.
4.  "The evening of the 3d."
5.  Monte Cristo concealed himself behind a large tomb andawaited the arrival of Morrel, who by degrees approached thetomb now abandoned by spectators and workmen. Morrel threw aglance around, but before it reached the spot occupied byMonte Cristo the latter had advanced yet nearer, stillunperceived. The young man knelt down. The count, withoutstretched neck and glaring eyes, stood in an attitudeready to pounce upon Morrel upon the first occasion. Morrelbent his head till it touched the stone, then clutching thegrating with both hands, he murmured, -- "Oh, Valentine!"The count's heart was pierced by the utterance of these twowords; he stepped forward, and touching the young man'sshoulder, said, -- "I was looking for you, my friend." MonteCristo expected a burst of passion, but he was deceived, forMorrel turning round, said calmly, --
6.  "We are never quits with those who oblige us," was Dantes'reply; "for when we do not owe them money, we owe themgratitude."


1.  His whiskers cut off, Noirtier gave another turn to hishair; took, instead of his black cravat, a coloredneckerchief which lay at the top of an open portmanteau; puton, in lieu of his blue and high-buttoned frock-coat, a coatof Villefort's of dark brown, and cut away in front; triedon before the glass a narrow-brimmed hat of his son's, whichappeared to fit him perfectly, and, leaving his cane in thecorner where he had deposited it, he took up a small bambooswitch, cut the air with it once or twice, and walked aboutwith that easy swagger which was one of his principalcharacteristics.
2.  August rolled by in unceasing efforts on the part of Morrelto renew his credit or revive the old. On the 20th of Augustit was known at Marseilles that he had left town in themailcoach, and then it was said that the bills would go toprotest at the end of the month, and that Morrel had goneaway and left his chief clerk Emmanuel, and his cashierCocles, to meet the creditors. But, contrary to allexpectation, when the 31st of August came, the house openedas usual, and Cocles appeared behind the grating of thecounter, examined all bills presented with the usualscrutiny, and, from first to last, paid all with the usualprecision. There came in, moreover, two drafts which M.Morrel had fully anticipated, and which Cocles paid aspunctually as the bills which the shipowner had accepted.All this was incomprehensible, and then, with the tenacitypeculiar to prophets of bad news, the failure was put offuntil the end of September. On the 1st, Morrel returned; hewas awaited by his family with extreme anxiety, for fromthis journey to Paris they hoped great things. Morrel hadthought of Danglars, who was now immensely rich, and hadlain under great obligations to Morrel in former days, sinceto him it was owing that Danglars entered the service of theSpanish banker, with whom he had laid the foundations of hisvast wealth. It was said at this moment that Danglars wasworth from six to eight millions of francs, and hadunlimited credit. Danglars, then, without taking a crownfrom his pocket, could save Morrel; he had but to pass hisword for a loan, and Morrel was saved. Morrel had longthought of Danglars, but had kept away from some instinctivemotive, and had delayed as long as possible availing himselfof this last resource. And Morrel was right, for he returnedhome crushed by the humiliation of a refusal. Yet, on hisarrival, Morrel did not utter a complaint, or say one harshword. He embraced his weeping wife and daughter, pressedEmmanuel's hand with friendly warmth, and then going to hisprivate room on the second floor had sent for Cocles."Then," said the two women to Emmanuel, "we are indeedruined."
3.  "What is it, sir?"
4.  Edmond did not lose a word, but comprehended very little ofwhat was said. The voices soon ceased, and it seemed to himas if every one had left the cell. Still he dared not toenter, as they might have left some turnkey to watch thedead. He remained, therefore, mute and motionless, hardlyventuring to breathe. At the end of an hour, he heard afaint noise, which increased. It was the governor whoreturned, followed by the doctor and other attendants. Therewas a moment's silence, -- it was evident that the doctorwas examining the dead body. The inquiries soon commenced.
5.  The Carnival was to commence on the morrow; therefore Alberthad not an instant to lose in setting forth the programme ofhis hopes, expectations, and claims to notice. With thisdesign he had engaged a box in the most conspicuous part ofthe theatre, and exerted himself to set off his personalattractions by the aid of the most rich and elaboratetoilet. The box taken by Albert was in the first circle;although each of the three tiers of boxes is deemed equallyaristocratic, and is, for this reason, generally styled the"nobility's boxes," and although the box engaged for the twofriends was sufficiently capacious to contain at least adozen persons, it had cost less than would be paid at someof the French theatres for one admitting merely fouroccupants. Another motive had influenced Albert's selectionof his seat, -- who knew but that, thus advantageouslyplaced, he might not in truth attract the notice of somefair Roman, and an introduction might ensue that wouldprocure him the offer of a seat in a carriage, or a place ina princely balcony, from which he might behold the gayetiesof the Carnival? These united considerations made Albertmore lively and anxious to please than he had hitherto been.Totally disregarding the business of the stage, he leanedfrom his box and began attentively scrutinizing the beautyof each pretty woman, aided by a powerful opera-glass; but,alas, this attempt to attract notice wholly failed; not evencuriosity had been excited, and it was but too apparent thatthe lovely creatures, into whose good graces he was desirousof stealing, were all so much engrossed with themselves,their lovers, or their own thoughts, that they had not somuch as noticed him or the manipulation of his glass.
6.  "I did."


1.  At the moment Caderousse quitted his sentry-like watchbefore the door, the road on which he so eagerly strainedhis sight was void and lonely as a desert at mid-day. Thereit lay stretching out into one interminable line of dust andsand, with its sides bordered by tall, meagre trees,altogether presenting so uninviting an appearance, that noone in his senses could have imagined that any traveller, atliberty to regulate his hours for journeying, would chooseto expose himself in such a formidable Sahara. Nevertheless,had Caderousse but retained his post a few minutes longer,he might have caught a dim outline of something approachingfrom the direction of Bellegarde; as the moving object drewnearer, he would easily have perceived that it consisted ofa man and horse, between whom the kindest and most amiableunderstanding appeared to exist. The horse was of Hungarianbreed, and ambled along at an easy pace. His rider was apriest, dressed in black, and wearing a three-cornered hat;and, spite of the ardent rays of a noonday sun, the paircame on with a fair degree of rapidity.
2.  "Do not mistake. I suffer less because there is in me lessstrength to endure. At your age we have faith in life; it isthe privilege of youth to believe and hope, but old men seedeath more clearly. Oh, 'tis here -- 'tis here -- 'tis over-- my sight is gone -- my senses fail! Your hand, Dantes!Adieu -- adieu!" And raising himself by a final effort, inwhich he summoned all his faculties, he said, -- "MonteCristo, forget not Monte Cristo!" And he fell back on thebed. The crisis was terrible, and a rigid form with twistedlimbs, swollen eyelids, and lips flecked with bloody foam,lay on the bed of torture, in place of the intellectualbeing who so lately rested there.
3.  "Then, Emmanuel?" said the young girl with hesitation, "itis your opinion that I should obey this invitation?"
4.  "An infallible one."
5.   "He is writing," she said. They had understood each otherwithout speaking. Madame Morrel looked again through thekeyhole, Morrel was writing; but Madame Morrel remarked,what her daughter had not observed, that her husband waswriting on stamped paper. The terrible idea that he waswriting his will flashed across her; she shuddered, and yethad not strength to utter a word. Next day M. Morrel seemedas calm as ever, went into his office as usual, came to hisbreakfast punctually, and then, after dinner, he placed hisdaughter beside him, took her head in his arms, and held herfor a long time against his bosom. In the evening, Julietold her mother, that although he was apparently so calm,she had noticed that her father's heart beat violently. Thenext two days passed in much the same way. On the evening ofthe 4th of September, M. Morrel asked his daughter for thekey of his study. Julie trembled at this request, whichseemed to her of bad omen. Why did her father ask for thiskey which she always kept, and which was only taken from herin childhood as a punishment? The young girl looked atMorrel.
6.  Beauchamp took the paper, and read the article to whichAlbert pointed in an undertone. "You see it is a seriousannoyance," said Morcerf, when Beauchamp had finished theperusal of the paragraph. "Is the officer referred to arelation of yours, then?" demanded the journalist.


1.  "It is reported your political opinions are extreme," saidVillefort, who had never heard anything of the kind, but wasnot sorry to make this inquiry, as if it were an accusation.
2.  "I do not mean to say you will lose, but, nevertheless, mindyou hold to the terms of the agreement."
3.  "The family began to get accustomed to their obscurity.Years rolled on, and amongst the descendants some weresoldiers, others diplomatists; some churchmen, some bankers;some grew rich, and some were ruined. I come now to the lastof the family, whose secretary I was -- the Count of Spada.I had often heard him complain of the disproportion of hisrank with his fortune; and I advised him to invest all hehad in an annuity. He did so, and thus doubled his income.The celebrated breviary remained in the family, and was inthe count's possession. It had been handed down from fatherto son; for the singular clause of the only will that hadbeen found, had caused it to be regarded as a genuine relic,preserved in the family with superstitious veneration. Itwas an illuminated book, with beautiful Gothic characters,and so weighty with gold, that a servant always carried itbefore the cardinal on days of great solemnity.
4、  "So," continued Franz, "the hero of this history is only twoand twenty?"
5、  "I hope it may be so," replied Caderousse, his face flushedwith cupidity.




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       On the sixth day, the smugglers returned. From a distanceDantes recognized the rig and handling of The Young Amelia,and dragging himself with affected difficulty towards thelanding-place, he met his companions with an assurance that,although considerably better than when they quitted him, hestill suffered acutely from his late accident. He theninquired how they had fared in their trip. To this questionthe smugglers replied that, although successful in landingtheir cargo in safety, they had scarcely done so when theyreceived intelligence that a guard-ship had just quitted theport of Toulon and was crowding all sail towards them. Thisobliged them to make all the speed they could to evade theenemy, when they could but lament the absence of Dantes,whose superior skill in the management of a vessel wouldhave availed them so materially. In fact, the pursuingvessel had almost overtaken them when, fortunately, nightcame on, and enabled them to double the Cape of Corsica, andso elude all further pursuit. Upon the whole, however, thetrip had been sufficiently successful to satisfy allconcerned; while the crew, and particularly Jacopo,expressed great regrets that Dantes had not been an equalsharer with themselves in the profits, which amounted to noless a sum than fifty piastres each.

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