Граф Монте-Крісто

The Chateau D’If.

           SoonhesawthelightsofLaConsigne.

           Thecarriagestopped,theofficerdescended,approachedtheguardhouse,adozensoldierscameoutandformedthemselvesinorder;Dantessawthereflectionoftheirmusketsbythelightofthelampsonthequay.

           "Canallthisforcebesummonedonmyaccount?"thoughthe.

           Theofficeropenedthedoor,whichwaslocked,and,withoutspeakingaword,answeredDantes’question;forhesawbetweentheranksofthesoldiersapassageformedfromthecarriagetotheport.Thetwogendarmeswhowereoppositetohimdescendedfirst,thenhewasorderedtoalightandthegendarmesoneachsideofhimfollowedhisexample.Theyadvancedtowardsaboat,whichacustom-houseofficerheldbyachain,nearthequay.

           ThesoldierslookedatDanteswithanairofstupidcuriosity.Inaninstanthewasplacedinthestern-sheetsoftheboat,betweenthegendarmes,whiletheofficerstationedhimselfatthebow;ashovesenttheboatadrift,andfoursturdyoarsmenimpelleditrapidlytowardsthePilon.Atashoutfromtheboat,thechainthatclosesthemouthoftheportwasloweredandinasecondtheywere,asDantesknew,intheFrioulandoutsidetheinnerharbor.

           Theprisoner’sfirstfeelingwasofjoyatagainbreathingthepureairforairisfreedom;buthesoonsighed,forhepassedbeforeLaReserve,wherehehadthatmorningbeensohappy,andnowthroughtheopenwindowscamethelaughterandrevelryofaball.

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