Граф Монте-Крісто

The Chateau D’If.

           Thejailerstared.

           "Areyouhungry?"continuedhe.

           "Idonotknow."

           "Doyouwishforanything?"

           "Iwishtoseethegovernor."Thejailershruggedhisshouldersandleftthechamber.

           Dantesfollowedhimwithhiseyes,andstretchedforthhishandstowardstheopendoor;butthedoorclosed.Allhisemotionthenburstforth;hecasthimselfontheground,weepingbitterly,andaskinghimselfwhatcrimehehadcommittedthathewasthuspunished.

           Thedaypassedthus;hescarcelytastedfood,butwalkedroundandroundthecelllikeawildbeastinitscage.Onethoughtinparticulartormentedhim:namely,thatduringhisjourneyhitherhehadsatsostill,whereashemight,adozentimes,haveplungedintothesea,and,thankstohispowersofswimming,forwhichhewasfamous,havegainedtheshore,concealedhimselfuntilthearrivalofaGenoeseorSpanishvessel,escapedtoSpainorItaly,whereMercedesandhisfathercouldhavejoinedhim.Hehadnofearsastohowheshouldlivegoodseamenarewelcomeeverywhere.HespokeItalianlikeaTuscan,andSpanishlikeaCastilian;hewouldhavebeenfree,andhappywithMercedesandhisfather,whereashewasnowconfinedintheChateaud’If,thatimpregnablefortress,ignorantofthefuturedestinyofhisfatherandMercedes;andallthisbecausehehadtrustedtoVillefort’spromise.Thethoughtwasmaddening,andDantesthrewhimselffuriouslydownonhisstraw.

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