Граф Монте-Кристо

The Corsican Ogre.

           

           "Well,"saidVillefort,"whatisit?Whorang?Whoaskedforme?"

           "Astrangerwhowillnotsendinhisname."

           "Astrangerwhowillnotsendinhisname!Whatcanhewantwithme?"

           "Hewishestospeaktoyou."

           "Tome?"

           "Yes."

           "Didhementionmyname?"

           "Yes."

           "Whatsortofpersonishe?"

           "Why,sir,amanofaboutfifty."

           "Shortortall?"

           "Aboutyourownheight,sir."

           "Darkorfair?"

           "Darkverydark;withblackeyes,blackhair,blackeyebrows."

           "Andhowdressed?"askedVillefortquickly.

           "Inabluefrock-coat,buttonedupclose,decoratedwiththeLegionofHonor."

           "Itishe!"saidVillefort,turningpale.

           "Eh,pardieu,"saidtheindividualwhosedescriptionwehavetwicegiven,enteringthedoor,"whatagreatdealofceremony!IsitthecustominMarseillesforsonstokeeptheirfatherswaitingintheiranterooms?"

           "Father!"criedVillefort,"thenIwasnotdeceived;Ifeltsureitmustbeyou."

           "Well,then,ifyoufeltsosure,"repliedthenew-comer,puttinghiscaneinacornerandhishatonachair,"allowmetosay,mydearGerard,thatitwasnotveryfilialofyoutokeepmewaitingatthedoor."

           "Leaveus,Germain,"saidVillefort

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