Граф Монте-Крісто

The Beggar.

           "

           "Ah,true.Well;Ishallrentaroominsomerespectablehouse,wearadecentcoat,shaveeveryday,andgoandreadthepapersinacafe.Then,intheevening,Ishallgotothetheatre;Ishalllooklikesomeretiredbaker.ThatiswhatIwant."

           "Come,ifyouwillonlyputthisschemeintoexecution,andbesteady,nothingcouldbebetter."

           "Doyouthinkso,M.Bossuet?Andyouwhatwillyoubecome?ApeerofFrance?"

           "Ah,"saidAndrea,"whoknows?"

           "MajorCavalcantiisalreadyone,perhaps;butthen,hereditaryrankisabolished."

           "Nopolitics,Caderousse.Andnowthatyouhaveallyouwant,andthatweunderstandeachother,jumpdownfromthetilburyanddisappear."

           "Notatall,mygoodfriend."

           "How?Notatall?"

           "Why,justthinkforamoment;withthisredhandkerchiefonmyhead,withscarcelyanyshoes,nopapers,andtengoldnapoleonsinmypocket,withoutreckoningwhatwastherebeforemakinginallabouttwohundredfrancswhy,Ishouldcertainlybearrestedatthebarriers.Then,tojustifymyself,Ishouldsaythatyougavemethemoney;thiswouldcauseinquiries,itwouldbefoundthatIleftToulonwithoutgivingduenotice,andIshouldthenbeescortedbacktotheshoresoftheMediterranean.ThenIshouldbecomesimplyNo.106,andgood-bytomydreamofresemblingtheretiredbaker!No,no,myboy;Ipreferremaininghonorablyinthecapital."Andreascowled.

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