Граф Монте-Крісто

The Beggar.

           "

           "So,"saidAndrea,"youarespeculatinguponme?"

           "Whatfinewordsheuses!"

           "Iwarnyou,MasterCaderousse,thatyouaremistaken."

           "Well,well,don’tbeangry,myboy;youknowwellenoughwhatitistobeunfortunate;andmisfortunesmakeusjealous.IthoughtyouwereearningalivinginTuscanyorPiedmontbyactingasfacchinoorcicerone,andIpitiedyousincerely,asIwouldachildofmyown.YouknowIalwaysdidcallyoumychild."

           "Come,come,whatthen?"

           "Patiencepatience!"

           "Iampatient,butgoon."

           "AllatonceIseeyoupassthroughthebarrierwithagroom,atilbury,andfinenewclothes.Youmusthavediscoveredamine,orelsebecomeastockbroker."

           "Sothat,asyouconfess,youarejealous?"

           "No,IampleasedsopleasedthatIwishedtocongratulateyou;butasIamnotquiteproperlydressed,Ichosemyopportunity,thatImightnotcompromiseyou."

           "Yes,andafineopportunityyouhavechosen!"exclaimedAndrea;"youspeaktomebeforemyservant."

           "HowcanIhelpthat,myboy?IspeaktoyouwhenIcancatchyou.Youhaveaquickhorse,alighttilbury,youarenaturallyasslipperyasaneel;ifIhadmissedyouto-night,Imightnothavehadanotherchance."

           "Yousee,Idonotconcealmyself.

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