Граф Монте-Крісто

The Beggar.

           Certainly,ashehadhimselfowned,thereputedsonofMajorCavalcantiwasawilfulfellow.Hedrewupforaminute,threwarapidglancearoundhim,andthenhishandfellinstantlyintohispocket,whereitbeganplayingwithapistol.But,meanwhile,Caderousse,whohadnevertakenhiseyesoffhiscompanion,passedhishandbehindhisback,andopenedalongSpanishknife,whichhealwayscarriedwithhim,tobereadyincaseofneed.Thetwofriends,aswesee,wereworthyofandunderstoodoneanother.Andrea’shandlefthispocketinoffensively,andwascarrieduptotheredmustache,whichitplayedwithforsometime."GoodCaderousse,"hesaid,"howhappyyouwillbe."

           "Iwilldomybest,"saidtheinn-keeperofthePontduGard,shuttinguphisknife.

           "Well,then,wewillgointoParis.Buthowwillyoupassthroughthebarrierwithoutexcitingsuspicion?Itseemstomethatyouareinmoredangerridingthanonfoot."

           "Wait,"saidCaderousse,"weshallsee."Hethentookthegreat-coatwiththelargecollar,whichthegroomhadleftbehindinthetilbury,andputitonhisback;thenhetookoffCavalcanti’shat,whichheplaceduponhisownhead,andfinallyheassumedthecarelessattitudeofaservantwhosemasterdriveshimself.

           "But,tellme,"saidAndrea,"amItoremainbareheaded?"

           "Pooh,"saidCaderousse;"itissowindythatyourhatcaneasilyappeartohaveblownoff."

           "Come,come;enoughofthis,"saidCavalcanti

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