Граф Монте-Кристо

The Bell and Bottle Tavern.

           "Whitey"wasnotafastanimal,buthekeptupaneasy,steadypace;inthreehoursandahalfAndreahadtraversedthenineleagueswhichseparatedhimfromCompiegne,andfouro’clockstruckashereachedtheplacewherethecoachesstop.ThereisanexcellenttavernatCompiegne,wellrememberedbythosewhohaveeverbeenthere.Andrea,whohadoftenstayedthereinhisridesaboutParis,recollectedtheBellandBottleinn;heturnedaround,sawthesignbythelightofareflectedlamp,andhavingdismissedthechild,givinghimallthesmallcoinhehadabouthim,hebeganknockingatthedoor,veryreasonablyconcludingthathavingnowthreeorfourhoursbeforehimhehadbestfortifyhimselfagainstthefatiguesofthemorrowbyasoundsleepandagoodsupper.Awaiteropenedthedoor.

           "Myfriend,"saidAndrea,"IhavebeendiningatSaint–Jean-au-Bois,andexpectedtocatchthecoachwhichpassesbyatmidnight,butlikeafoolIhavelostmyway,andhavebeenwalkingforthelastfourhoursintheforest.Showmeintooneofthoseprettylittleroomswhichoverlookthecourt,andbringmeacoldfowlandabottleofBordeaux."Thewaiterhadnosuspicions;Andreaspokewithperfectcomposure,hehadacigarinhismouth,andhishandsinthepocketofhistopcoat;hisclotheswerefashionablymade,hischinsmooth,hisbootsirreproachable;helookedmerelyasifhehadstayedoutverylate,thatwasall.Whilethewaiterwaspreparinghisroom,thehostessarose;Andreaassumedhismostcharmingsmile,andaskedifhecouldhaveNo.

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