Граф Монте-Кристо

The Vendetta.

           ’—‘Oh,astotherobbers,’saidJoannes,‘hereissomethingforthem,’andhedrewfromhispocketapairofsmallpistols,loadedtothemuzzle.‘Here,’saidhe,‘aredogswhobarkandbiteatthesametime,theyareforthetwofirstwhoshallhavealongingforyourdiamond,FriendCaderousse.’

           "Caderousseandhiswifeagaininterchangedameaninglook.Itseemedasthoughtheywerebothinspiredatthesametimewithsomehorriblethought.‘Well,then,agoodjourneytoyou,’saidCaderousse.—‘Thanks,’repliedthejeweller.Hethentookhiscane,whichhehadplacedagainstanoldcupboard,andwentout.Atthemomentwhenheopenedthedoor,suchagustofwindcameinthatthelampwasnearlyextinguished.‘Oh,’saidhe,‘thisisveryniceweather,andtwoleaguestogoinsuchastorm.’—‘Remain,’saidCaderousse.‘Youcansleephere.’—‘Yes;dostay,’addedLaCarconteinatremulousvoice;‘wewilltakeeverycareofyou.’—‘No;ImustsleepatBeaucaire.So,oncemore,good-night.’Caderoussefollowedhimslowlytothethreshold.‘Icanseeneitherheavennorearth,’saidthejeweller,whowasoutsidethedoor.‘DoIturntotheright,ortothelefthand?’—‘Totheright,’saidCaderousse.‘Youcannotgowrongtheroadisborderedbytreesonbothsides.’—‘Goodallright,’saidavoicealmostlostinthedistance.‘Closethedoor,’saidLaCarconte;‘Idonotlikeopendoorswhenitthunders.

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