Граф Монте-Крісто

The Beggar.

           Thegroomheardhimwithhumility,tookthebitoftheimpatientanimalwithhislefthand,andwiththerightheldoutthereinstoAndrea,who,takingthemfromhim,restedhispolishedbootlightlyonthestep.Atthatmomentahandtouchedhisshoulder.Theyoungmanturnedround,thinkingthatDanglarsorMonteCristohadforgottensomethingtheywishedtotellhim,andhadreturnedjustastheywerestarting.Butinsteadofeitherofthese,hesawnothingbutastrangeface,sunburnt,andencircledbyabeard,witheyesbrilliantascarbuncles,andasmileuponthemouthwhichdisplayedaperfectsetofwhiteteeth,pointedandsharpasthewolf’sorjackal’s.Aredhandkerchiefencircledhisgrayhead;tornandfilthygarmentscoveredhislargebonylimbs,whichseemedasthough,likethoseofaskeleton,theywouldrattleashewalked;andthehandwithwhichheleanedupontheyoungman’sshoulder,andwhichwasthefirstthingAndreasaw,seemedofgiganticsize.Didtheyoungmanrecognizethatfacebythelightofthelanterninhistilbury,orwashemerelystruckwiththehorribleappearanceofhisinterrogator?Wecannotsay;butonlyrelatethefactthatheshudderedandsteppedbacksuddenly."Whatdoyouwantofme?"heasked.

           "Pardonme,myfriend,ifIdisturbyou,"saidthemanwiththeredhandkerchief,"butIwanttospeaktoyou."

           "Youhavenorighttobegatnight,"saidthegroom,endeavoringtoridhismasterofthetroublesomeintruder.

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