Граф Монте-Крісто

The Beggar.

           

           "Iamnotbegging,myfinefellow,"saidtheunknowntotheservant,withsoironicalanexpressionoftheeye,andsofrightfulasmile,thathewithdrew;"Ionlywishtosaytwoorthreewordstoyourmaster,whogavemeacommissiontoexecuteaboutafortnightago."

           "Come,"saidAndrea,withsufficientnerveforhisservantnottoperceivehisagitation,"whatdoyouwant?Speakquickly,friend."

           Themansaid,inalowvoice:"IwishIwishyoutosparemethewalkbacktoParis.Iamverytired,andasIhavenoteatensogoodadinnerasyou,Icanscarcelystand."Theyoungmanshudderedatthisstrangefamiliarity."Tellme,"hesaid—"tellmewhatyouwant?"

           "Well,then,Iwantyoutotakemeupinyourfinecarriage,andcarrymeback."Andreaturnedpale,butsaidnothing.

           "Yes,"saidtheman,thrustinghishandsintohispockets,andlookingimpudentlyattheyouth;"Ihavetakenthewhimintomyhead;doyouunderstand,MasterBenedetto?"

           Atthisname,nodoubt,theyoungmanreflectedalittle,forhewenttowardshisgroom,saying,"Thismanisright;Ididindeedchargehimwithacommission,theresultofwhichhemusttellme;walktothebarrier,theretakeacab,thatyoumaynotbetoolate."Thesurprisedgroomretired."Letmeatleastreachashadyspot,"saidAndrea.

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