Граф Монте-Крісто

The Chateau D’If.

           

           Atthismomenttheboatcametoalandingwithaviolentshock.Oneofthesailorsleapedonshore,acordcreakedasitranthroughapulley,andDantesguessedtheywereattheendofthevoyage,andthattheyweremooringtheboat.

           Hisguards,takinghimbythearmsandcoat-collar,forcedhimtorise,anddraggedhimtowardsthestepsthatleadtothegateofthefortress,whilethepoliceofficercarryingamusketwithfixedbayonetfollowedbehind.

           Dantesmadenoresistance;hewaslikeamaninadream:hesawsoldiersdrawnupontheembankment;heknewvaguelythathewasascendingaflightofsteps;hewasconsciousthathepassedthroughadoor,andthatthedoorclosedbehindhim;butallthisindistinctlyasthroughamist.Hedidnotevenseetheocean,thatterriblebarrieragainstfreedom,whichtheprisonerslookuponwithutterdespair.

           Theyhaltedforaminute,duringwhichhestrovetocollecthisthoughts.Helookedaround;hewasinacourtsurroundedbyhighwalls;heheardthemeasuredtreadofsentinels,andastheypassedbeforethelighthesawthebarrelsoftheirmusketsshine.

           Theywaitedupwardsoftenminutes.CertainDantescouldnotescape,thegendarmesreleasedhim.Theyseemedawaitingorders.Theorderscame.

           "Whereistheprisoner?"saidavoice.

           "Here,"repliedthegendarmes.

           "Lethimfollowme;Iwilltakehimtohiscell.

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