Граф Монте-Кристо

The Fifth of September.

           NextdayM.Morrelseemedascalmasever,wentintohisofficeasusual,cametohisbreakfastpunctually,andthen,afterdinner,heplacedhisdaughterbesidehim,tookherheadinhisarms,andheldherforalongtimeagainsthisbosom.Intheevening,Julietoldhermother,thatalthoughhewasapparentlysocalm,shehadnoticedthatherfather’sheartbeatviolently.Thenexttwodayspassedinmuchthesameway.Ontheeveningofthe4thofSeptember,M.Morrelaskedhisdaughterforthekeyofhisstudy.Julietrembledatthisrequest,whichseemedtoherofbadomen.Whydidherfatheraskforthiskeywhichshealwayskept,andwhichwasonlytakenfromherinchildhoodasapunishment?TheyounggirllookedatMorrel.

           "WhathaveIdonewrong,father,"shesaid,"thatyoushouldtakethiskeyfromme?"

           "Nothing,mydear,"repliedtheunhappyman,thetearsstartingtohiseyesatthissimplequestion"nothing,onlyIwantit."Juliemadeapretencetofeelforthekey."Imusthaveleftitinmyroom,"shesaid.Andshewentout,butinsteadofgoingtoherapartmentshehastenedtoconsultEmmanuel."Donotgivethiskeytoyourfather,"saidhe,"andtomorrowmorning,ifpossible,donotquithimforamoment."ShequestionedEmmanuel,butheknewnothing,orwouldnotsaywhatheknew.Duringthenight,betweenthe4thand5thofSeptember,MadameMorrelremainedlisteningforeverysound,and,untilthreeo’clockinthemorning,sheheardherhusbandpacingtheroomingreatagitation.

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