Граф Монте-Крісто

The Chateau D’If.

           "

           "Ah,"saidthejailer,"donotalwaysbroodoverwhatisimpossible,oryouwillbemadinafortnight."

           "Youthinkso?"

           "Yes;wehaveaninstancehere;itwasbyalwaysofferingamillionoffrancstothegovernorforhislibertythatanabbebecamemad,whowasinthischamberbeforeyou."

           "Howlonghasheleftit?"

           "Twoyears."

           "Washeliberated,then?"

           "No;hewasputinadungeon."

           "Listen!"saidDantes."Iamnotanabbe,Iamnotmad;perhapsIshallbe,butatpresent,unfortunately,Iamnot.Iwillmakeyouanotheroffer."

           "Whatisthat?"

           "Idonotofferyouamillion,becauseIhaveitnot;butIwillgiveyouahundredcrownsif,thefirsttimeyougotoMarseilles,youwillseekoutayounggirlnamedMercedes,attheCatalans,andgivehertwolinesfromme."

           "IfItookthem,andweredetected,Ishouldlosemyplace,whichisworthtwothousandfrancsayear;sothatIshouldbeagreatfooltorunsuchariskforthreehundred."

           "Well,"saidDantes,"markthis;ifyourefuseatleasttotellMercedesIamhere,Iwillsomedayhidemyselfbehindthedoor,andwhenyouenterIwilldashoutyourbrainswiththisstool."

           "Threats!"criedthejailer,retreatingandputtinghimselfonthedefensive;"youarecertainlygoingmad

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