Граф Монте-Кристо

The Pardon.

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           "Well,then,wretches,"criedDanglars,"IwilldefyyourinfamouscalculationsIwouldratherdieatonce!Youmaytorture,torment,killme,butyoushallnothavemysignatureagain!"

           "Asyourexcellencypleases,"saidVampa,asheleftthecell.Danglars,raving,threwhimselfonthegoat-skin.Whocouldthesemenbe?Whowastheinvisiblechief?Whatcouldbehisintentionstowardshim?Andwhy,wheneveryoneelsewasallowedtoberansomed,mighthenotalsobe?Oh,yes;certainlyaspeedy,violentdeathwouldbeafinemeansofdeceivingtheseremorselessenemies,whoappearedtopursuehimwithsuchincomprehensiblevengeance.Buttodie?Forthefirsttimeinhislife,Danglarscontemplateddeathwithamixtureofdreadanddesire;thetimehadcomewhentheimplacablespectre,whichexistsinthemindofeveryhumancreature,arrestedhisattentionandcalledoutwitheverypulsationofhisheart,"Thoushaltdie!"

           Danglarsresembledatimidanimalexcitedinthechase;firstitflies,thendespairs,andatlast,bytheveryforceofdesperation,sometimessucceedsineludingitspursuers.Danglarsmeditatedanescape;butthewallsweresolidrock,amanwassittingreadingattheonlyoutlettothecell,andbehindthatmanshapesarmedwithgunscontinuallypassed.Hisresolutionnottosignlastedtwodays,afterwhichheofferedamillionforsomefood.Theysenthimamagnificentsupper,andtookhismillion.

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