Граф Монте-Кристо

Haidee.

           Selimrepeatedfromtimetotimethesacredwords:‘Godisgreat!’However,mymotherhadstillsomehope.Asshewascomingdown,shethoughtsherecognizedtheFrenchofficerwhohadbeensenttoConstantinople,andinwhommyfatherplacedsomuchconfidence;forheknewthatallthesoldiersoftheFrenchemperorwerenaturallynobleandgenerous.Sheadvancedsomestepstowardsthestaircase,andlistened.‘Theyareapproaching,’saidshe;‘perhapstheybringuspeaceandliberty!’—‘Whatdoyoufear,Vasiliki?’saidSelim,inavoiceatoncesogentleandyetsoproud.‘Iftheydonotbringuspeace,wewillgivethemwar;iftheydonotbringlife,wewillgivethemdeath.’AndherenewedtheflameofhislancewithagesturewhichmadeonethinkofDionysusofCrete.16ButI,beingonlyalittlechild,wasterrifiedbythisundauntedcourage,whichappearedtomebothferociousandsenseless,andIrecoiledwithhorrorfromtheideaofthefrightfuldeathamidstfireandflameswhichprobablyawaitedus.

           16ThegodoffruitfulnessinGrecianmythology.InCretehewassupposedtobeslaininwinterwiththedecayofvegetationandtoreviveinthespring.Haidee’slearnedreferenceistothebehaviorofanactorintheDionysianfestivals.Ed.

           "Mymotherexperiencedthesamesensations,forIfelthertremble.‘Mamma,mamma,’saidI,‘arewereallytobekilled?’Andatthesoundofmyvoicetheslavesredoubledtheircriesandprayersandlamentations.

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