Граф Монте-Кристо

The Island of Tiboulen.

           Hefoundwithpleasurethathiscaptivityhadtakenawaynothingofhispower,andthathewasstillmasterofthatelementonwhosebosomhehadsooftensportedasaboy.

           Fear,thatrelentlesspursuer,cloggedDantes’efforts.Helistenedforanysoundthatmightbeaudible,andeverytimethatherosetothetopofawavehescannedthehorizon,andstrovetopenetratethedarkness.Hefanciedthateverywavebehindhimwasapursuingboat,andheredoubledhisexertions,increasingrapidlyhisdistancefromthechateau,butexhaustinghisstrength.Heswamonstill,andalreadytheterriblechateauhaddisappearedinthedarkness.Hecouldnotseeit,buthefeltitspresence.Anhourpassed,duringwhichDantes,excitedbythefeelingoffreedom,continuedtocleavethewaves."Letussee,"saidhe,"Ihaveswumaboveanhour,butasthewindisagainstme,thathasretardedmyspeed;however,ifIamnotmistaken,ImustbeclosetoTiboulen.ButwhatifIweremistaken?"Ashudderpassedoverhim.Hesoughttotreadwater,inordertoresthimself;buttheseawastooviolent,andhefeltthathecouldnotmakeuseofthismeansofrecuperation.

           "Well,"saidhe,"IwillswimonuntilIamwornout,orthecrampseizesme,andthenIshallsink;"andhestruckoutwiththeenergyofdespair.

           Suddenlytheskyseemedtohimtobecomestilldarkerandmoredense,andheavycloudsseemedtosweepdowntowardshim;atthesametimehefeltasharppaininhisknee.

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