Граф Монте-Кристо

The Rain of Blood.

           Amomentlaterhecamedownagain,holdinginhishandthesmallshagreencase,whichheopened,toassurehimselfitcontainedthediamondseemedtohesitateastowhichpocketheshouldputitin,then,asifdissatisfiedwiththesecurityofeitherpocket,hedepositeditinhisredhandkerchief,whichhecarefullyrolledroundhishead.Afterthishetookfromhiscupboardthebank-notesandgoldhehadputthere,thrusttheoneintothepocketofhistrousers,andtheotherintothatofhiswaistcoat,hastilytiedupasmallbundleoflinen,andrushingtowardsthedoor,disappearedinthedarknessofthenight.

           "Thenallbecameclearandmanifesttome,andIreproachedmyselfwithwhathadhappened,asthoughImyselfhaddonetheguiltydeed.IfanciedthatIstillheardfaintmoans,andimaginingthattheunfortunatejewellermightnotbequitedead,Ideterminedtogotohisrelief,bywayofatoninginsomeslightdegree,notforthecrimeIhadcommitted,butforthatwhichIhadnotendeavoredtoprevent.ForthispurposeIappliedallthestrengthIpossessedtoforceanentrancefromthecrampedspotinwhichIlaytotheadjoiningroom.Thepoorlyfastenedboardswhichalonedividedmefromityieldedtomyefforts,andIfoundmyselfinthehouse.Hastilysnatchingupthelightedcandle,Ihurriedtothestaircase;aboutmidwayabodywaslyingquiteacrossthestairs.ItwasthatofLaCarconte.ThepistolIhadheardhaddoubtlessbeenfiredather.

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