Граф Монте-Крісто

The Chateau D’If.

           

           "Youthink,then,"saidhe,"thatIamtakentotheChateaud’Iftobeimprisonedthere?"

           "Itisprobable;butthereisnooccasiontosqueezesohard."

           "Withoutanyinquiry,withoutanyformality?"

           "Alltheformalitieshavebeengonethrough;theinquiryisalreadymade."

           "Andso,inspiteofM.deVillefort’spromises?"

           "IdonotknowwhatM.deVillefortpromisedyou,"saidthegendarme,"butIknowwearetakingyoutotheChateaud’If.Butwhatareyoudoing?Help,comrades,help!"

           Byarapidmovement,whichthegendarme’spracticedeyehadperceived,Dantessprangforwardtoprecipitatehimselfintothesea;butfourvigorousarmsseizedhimashisfeetquittedthebottomoftheboat.Hefellbackcursingwithrage.

           "Good!"saidthegendarme,placinghiskneeonhischest;"believesoft-spokengentlemenagain!Harkye,myfriend,Ihavedisobeyedmyfirstorder,butIwillnotdisobeythesecond;andifyoumove,Iwillblowyourbrainsout."AndhelevelledhiscarbineatDantes,whofeltthemuzzleagainsthistemple.

           Foramomenttheideaofstrugglingcrossedhismind,andofsoendingtheunexpectedevilthathadovertakenhim.ButhebethoughthimofM.deVillefort’spromise;and,besides,deathinaboatfromthehandofagendarmeseemedtooterrible.Heremainedmotionless,butgnashinghisteethandwringinghishandswithfury.

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