Граф Монте-Крісто

In the Lucerne Patch.

           ButIwasatmyownhouse,youunderstand,sotherewasnothingtobedonebuttosendforthecards,whichIdid.

           "Justastheyweresittingdowntotable,M.deMonteCristoarrived.Hetookhisseatamongstthem;theyplayed,andIwon.Iamalmostashamedtosaythatmygainsamountedto5,000francs.Weseparatedatmidnight.Icouldnotdefermypleasure,soItookacabrioletanddrovetothehorsedealer’s.Feverishandexcited,Irangatthedoor.Thepersonwhoopeneditmusthavetakenmeforamadman,forIrushedatoncetothestable.Medeahwasstandingattherack,eatinghishay.Iimmediatelyputonthesaddleandbridle,towhichoperationhelenthimselfwiththebestgracepossible;then,puttingthe4,500francsintothehandsoftheastonisheddealer,IproceededtofulfilmyintentionofpassingthenightinridingintheChampsElysees.AsIrodebythecount’shouseIperceivedalightinoneofthewindows,andfanciedIsawtheshadowofhisfiguremovingbehindthecurtain.Now,Valentine,Ifirmlybelievethatheknewofmywishtopossessthishorse,andthathelostexpresslytogivemethemeansofprocuringhim."

           "MydearMaximilian,youarereallytoofanciful;youwillnotloveevenmelong.Amanwhoaccustomshimselftoliveinsuchaworldofpoetryandimaginationmustfindfartoolittleexcitementinacommon,every-daysortofattachmentsuchasours.Buttheyarecallingme

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