Граф Монте-Крісто

Ghosts.

           

           "Willyourexcellencydeigntoopenit?"saidthedelightedBertuccio,"andyouwillfindglovesinit."Elsewherethecountfoundeverythingherequired—smelling-bottles,cigars,knick-knacks.

           "Good,"hesaid;andM.Bertuccioleftenraptured,sogreat,sopowerful,andrealwastheinfluenceexercisedbythismanoverallwhosurroundedhim.Atpreciselysixo’clocktheclatterofhorses’hoofswasheardattheentrancedoor;itwasourcaptainofSpahis,whohadarrivedonMedeah."IamsureIamthefirst,"criedMorrel;"Ididitonpurposetohaveyouaminutetomyself,beforeeveryonecame.JulieandEmmanuelhaveathousandthingstotellyou.Ah,reallythisismagnificent!Buttellme,count,willyourpeopletakecareofmyhorse?"

           "Donotalarmyourself,mydearMaximilian—theyunderstand."

           "Imean,becausehewantspetting.Ifyouhadseenatwhatapacehecame—likethewind!"

           "Ishouldthinkso—ahorsethatcost5,000francs!"saidMonteCristo,inthetonewhichafatherwouldusetowardsason.

           "Doyouregretthem?"askedMorrel,withhisopenlaugh.

           "I?Certainlynot,"repliedthecount."No;Ishouldonlyregretifthehorsehadnotprovedgood."

           "Itissogood,thatIhavedistancedM.deChateau–Renaud,oneofthebestridersinFrance,andM.

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