Граф Монте-Кристо

The Corsican Ogre.

           Heisamanoffromfiftytofifty-twoyearsofage,dark,withblackeyescoveredwithshaggyeyebrows,andathickmustache.Hewasdressedinabluefrock-coat,buttoneduptothechin,andworeathisbutton-holetherosetteofanofficeroftheLegionofHonor.Yesterdayapersonexactlycorrespondingwiththisdescriptionwasfollowed,buthewaslostsightofatthecorneroftheRuedelaJussienneandtheRueCoq–Heron."Villefortleanedonthebackofanarm-chair,forastheministerofpolicewentonspeakinghefelthislegsbendunderhim;butwhenhelearnedthattheunknownhadescapedthevigilanceoftheagentwhofollowedhim,hebreathedagain.

           "Continuetoseekforthisman,sir,"saidthekingtotheministerofpolice;"forif,asIamallbutconvinced,GeneralQuesnel,whowouldhavebeensousefultousatthismoment,hasbeenmurdered,hisassassins,Bonapartistsornot,shallbecruellypunished."ItrequiredallVillefort’scoolnessnottobetraytheterrorwithwhichthisdeclarationofthekinginspiredhim.

           "Howstrange,"continuedtheking,withsomeasperity;"thepolicethinkthattheyhavedisposedofthewholematterwhentheysay,‘Amurderhasbeencommitted,’andespeciallysowhentheycanadd,‘Andweareonthetrackoftheguiltypersons.’"

           "Sire,yourmajestywill,Itrust,beamplysatisfiedonthispointatleast."

           "Weshallsee.Iwillnolongerdetainyou,M.deVillefort,foryoumustbefatiguedaftersolongajourney;goandrest.

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