Граф Монте-Кристо

Father and Son.

           "

           "Yes,hereIam,"saidtheyoungman,"withapromisingfutureandalittlemoney.Here,father,here!"hesaid,"takethistakeit,andsendforsomethingimmediately."Andheemptiedhispocketsonthetable,thecontentsconsistingofadozengoldpieces,fiveorsixfive-francpieces,andsomesmallercoin.ThecountenanceofoldDantesbrightened.

           "Whomdoesthisbelongto?"heinquired.

           "Tome,toyou,tous!Takeit;buysomeprovisions;behappy,andtomorrowweshallhavemore."

           "Gently,gently,"saidtheoldman,withasmile;"andbyyourleaveIwilluseyourpursemoderately,fortheywouldsay,iftheysawmebuytoomanythingsatatime,thatIhadbeenobligedtoawaityourreturn,inordertobeabletopurchasethem."

           "Doasyouplease;but,firstofall,prayhaveaservant,father.Iwillnothaveyouleftalonesolong.Ihavesomesmuggledcoffeeandmostcapitaltobacco,inasmallchestinthehold,whichyoushallhavetomorrow.But,hush,herecomessomebody."

           "’TisCaderousse,whohasheardofyourarrival,andnodoubtcomestocongratulateyouonyourfortunatereturn."

           "Ah,lipsthatsayonething,whiletheheartthinksanother,"murmuredEdmond."But,nevermind,heisaneighborwhohasdoneusaserviceonatime,sohe’swelcome."

           AsEdmondpaused,theblackandbeardedheadofCaderousseappearedatthedoor.

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