Граф Монте-Крісто

Ghosts.

           Insteadofstrikingbetweenthesixthandseventhleftribs,asyourcountrymendo,youmusthavestruckhigherorlower,andlifeisverytenaciousintheselawyers,orratherthereisnotruthinanythingyouhavetoldmeitwasafrightoftheimagination,adreamofyourfancy.Youwenttosleepfullofthoughtsofvengeance;theyweighedheavilyuponyourstomach;youhadthenightmarethat’sall.Come,calmyourself,andreckonthemupM.andMadamedeVillefort,two;M.andMadameDanglars,four;M.deChateau–Renaud,M.Debray,M.Morrel,seven;MajorBartolomeoCavalcanti,eight."

           "Eight!"repeatedBertuccio.

           "Stop!Youareinashockinghurrytobeoffyouforgetoneofmyguests.Leanalittletotheleft.Stay!lookatM.AndreaCavalcanti,theyoungmaninablackcoat,lookingatMurillo’sMadonna;nowheisturning."ThistimeBertucciowouldhaveutteredanexclamation,hadnotalookfromMonteCristosilencedhim."Benedetto?"hemuttered;"fatality!"

           "Half-pastsixo’clockhasjuststruck,M.Bertuccio,"saidthecountseverely;"Iordereddinneratthathour,andIdonotliketowait;"andhereturnedtohisguests,whileBertuccio,leaningagainstthewall,succeededinreachingthedining-room.Fiveminutesafterwardsthedoorsofthedrawing-roomwerethrownopen,andBertuccioappearingsaid,withaviolenteffort,"Thedinnerwaits."

           TheCountofMonteCristoofferedhisarmtoMadamedeVillefort."M

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