Граф Монте-Кристо

The Dappled Grays.

           "Ali,"observedhismaster,astheNubianenteredthechamber,"youhavefrequentlyexplainedtomehowmorethancommonlyskilfulyouareinthrowingthelasso,haveyounot?"Alidrewhimselfupproudly,andthenreturnedasignintheaffirmative."IthoughtIdidnotmistake.Withyourlassoyoucouldstopanox?"AgainAlirepeatedhisaffirmativegesture."Oratiger?"Alibowedhisheadintokenofassent."Alioneven?"Alisprungforwards,imitatingtheactionofonethrowingthelasso,thenofastrangledlion.

           "Iunderstand,"saidMonteCristo;"youwishtotellmeyouhavehuntedthelion?"Alismiledwithtriumphantprideashesignifiedthathehadindeedbothchasedandcapturedmanylions."Butdoyoubelieveyoucouldarresttheprogressoftwohorsesrushingforwardswithungovernablefury?"TheNubiansmiled."Itiswell,"saidMonteCristo."Thenlistentome.Erelongacarriagewilldashpasthere,drawnbythepairofdappledgrayhorsesyousawmewithyesterday;now,attheriskofyourownlife,youmustmanagetostopthosehorsesbeforemydoor."

           Alidescendedtothestreet,andmarkedastraightlineonthepavementimmediatelyattheentranceofthehouse,andthenpointedoutthelinehehadtracedtothecount,whowaswatchinghim.

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