Граф Монте-Кристо

The Beggar.

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           "Youarelucky;IwishIcouldsayasmuch,forIdoconcealmyself;andthenIwasafraidyouwouldnotrecognizeme,butyoudid,"addedCaderoussewithhisunpleasantsmile."Itwasverypoliteofyou."

           "Come,"saidAndrea,"whatdoyouwant?"

           "Youdonotspeakaffectionatelytome,Benedetto,myoldfriend,thatisnotrighttakecare,orImaybecometroublesome."Thismenacesmotheredtheyoungman’spassion.Heurgedthehorseagainintoatrot."Youshouldnotspeaksotoanoldfriendlikeme,Caderousse,asyousaidjustnow;youareanativeofMarseilles,Iam"—

           "Doyouknowthennowwhatyouare?"

           "No,butIwasbroughtupinCorsica;youareoldandobstinate,Iamyoungandwilful.Betweenpeoplelikeusthreatsareoutofplace,everythingshouldbeamicablyarranged.Isitmyfaultiffortune,whichhasfrownedonyou,hasbeenkindtome?"

           "Fortunehasbeenkindtoyou,then?Yourtilbury,yourgroom,yourclothes,arenotthenhired?Good,somuchthebetter,"saidCaderousse,hiseyessparklingwithavarice.

           "Oh,youknewthatwellenoughbeforespeakingtome,"saidAndrea,becomingmoreandmoreexcited."IfIhadbeenwearingahandkerchieflikeyoursonmyhead,ragsonmyback,andworn-outshoesonmyfeet,youwouldnothaveknownme."

           "Youwrongme,myboy;nowIhavefoundyou,nothingpreventsmybeingaswell-dressedasanyone,knowing,asIdo,thegoodnessofyourheart.

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