Граф Монте-Кристо

Roman Bandits.

           Atorrent,whosebedwasdry,ledintoadeepgorge.Vampatookthiswildroad,which,enclosedbetweentworidges,andshadowedbythetuftedumbrageofthepines,seemed,butforthedifficultiesofitsdescent,thatpathtoAvernusofwhichVirgilspeaks.Teresahadbecomealarmedatthewildanddesertedlookoftheplainaroundher,andpressedcloselyagainstherguide,notutteringasyllable;butasshesawhimadvancewithevenstepandcomposedcountenance,sheendeavoredtorepressheremotion.Suddenly,abouttenpacesfromthem,amanadvancedfrombehindatreeandaimedatVampa.‘Notanotherstep,’hesaid,‘oryouareadeadman.’‘What,then,’saidVampa,raisinghishandwithagestureofdisdain,whileTeresa,nolongerabletorestrainheralarm,clungcloselytohim,‘dowolvesrendeachother?’‘Whoareyou?’inquiredthesentinel.‘IamLuigiVampa,shepherdoftheSan–Felicefarm.’‘Whatdoyouwant?’‘IwouldspeakwithyourcompanionswhoareinthegladeatRoccaBianca.’‘Followme,then,’saidthesentinel;‘or,asyouknowyourway,gofirst.’Vampasmileddisdainfullyatthisprecautiononthepartofthebandit,wentbeforeTeresa,andcontinuedtoadvancewiththesamefirmandeasystepasbefore.Attheendoftenminutesthebanditmadethemasigntostop.Thetwoyoungpersonsobeyed.Thenthebanditthriceimitatedthecryofacrow;acroakansweredthissignal.‘Good!’saidthesentry,‘youmaynowgoon.

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