Граф Монте-Кристо

The Lions’ Den.

           Itwastoosoonforavisitfromtheexaminingmagistrate,andtoolateforonefromthedirectoroftheprison,orthedoctor;itmust,then,bethevisitorhehopedfor.BehindthegratingoftheroomintowhichAndreahadbeenled,hesaw,whilehiseyesdilatedwithsurprise,thedarkandintelligentfaceofM.Bertuccio,whowasalsogazingwithsadastonishmentupontheironbars,thebolteddoors,andtheshadowwhichmovedbehindtheothergrating.

           "Ah,"saidAndrea,deeplyaffected.

           "Goodmorning,Benedetto,"saidBertuccio,withhisdeep,hollowvoice.

           "Youyou?"saidtheyoungman,lookingfearfullyaroundhim.

           "Doyounotrecognizeme,unhappychild?"

           "Silencebesilent!"saidAndrea,whoknewthedelicatesenseofhearingpossessedbythewalls;"forheaven’ssake,donotspeaksoloud!"

           "Youwishtospeakwithmealone,doyounot?"saidBertuccio.

           "Oh,yes."

           "Thatiswell."AndBertuccio,feelinginhispocket,signedtoakeeperwhomhesawthroughthewindowofthewicket.

           "Read?"hesaid.

           "Whatisthat?"askedAndrea.

           "Anordertoconductyoutoaroom,andtoleaveyoutheretotalktome."

           "Oh,"criedAndrea,leapingwithjoy.Thenhementallyadded"Stillmyunknownprotector!Iamnotforgotten.Theywishforsecrecy,sincewearetoconverseinaprivateroom.

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