Граф Монте-Кристо

The Pont du Gard Inn.

           Calmlydrawingforthfromhispocketasmallboxcoveredwithblackshagreen,theabbeopenedit,anddisplayedtothedazzledeyesofCaderoussethesparklingjewelitcontained,setinaringofadmirableworkmanship."Andthatdiamond,"criedCaderousse,almostbreathlesswitheageradmiration,"yousay,isworthfiftythousandfrancs?"

           "Itis,withoutthesetting,whichisalsovaluable,"repliedtheabbe,asheclosedthebox,andreturnedittohispocket,whileitsbrillianthuesseemedstilltodancebeforetheeyesofthefascinatedinn-keeper.

           "Buthowcomesthediamondinyourpossession,sir?DidEdmondmakeyouhisheir?"

           "No,merelyhistestamentaryexecutor.‘Ioncepossessedfourdearandfaithfulfriends,besidesthemaidentowhomIwasbetrothed’hesaid;‘andIfeelconvincedtheyhaveallunfeignedlygrievedovermyloss.ThenameofoneofthefourfriendsisCaderousse.’"Theinn-keepershivered.

           "‘Anotherofthenumber,’"continuedtheabbe,withoutseemingtonoticetheemotionofCaderousse,"‘iscalledDanglars;andthethird,inspiteofbeingmyrival,entertainedaverysincereaffectionforme.’"AfiendishsmileplayedoverthefeaturesofCaderousse,whowasabouttobreakinupontheabbe’sspeech,whenthelatter,wavinghishand,said,"Allowmetofinishfirst,andthenifyouhaveanyobservationstomake,youcandosoafterwards.

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