Граф Монте-Крісто

At the Office of the King’s Attorney.

           

           "ThinknotIcontentedmyselfwiththisoneeffort,"continuedVillefort."No;Isearchedthewholethicket.Ithoughttheassassin,havingdiscoveredthechest,andsupposingittobeatreasure,hadintendedcarryingitoff,but,perceivinghiserror,hadduganotherhole,anddepositeditthere;butIcouldfindnothing.Thentheideastruckmethathehadnottakentheseprecautions,andhadsimplythrownitinacorner.InthelastcaseImustwaitfordaylighttorenewmysearch.Iremainedintheroomandwaited."

           "Oh,heavens!"

           WhendaylightdawnedIwentdownagain.Myfirstvisitwastothethicket.Ihopedtofindsometraceswhichhadescapedmeinthedarkness.Ihadturneduptheearthoverasurfaceofmorethantwentyfeetsquare,andadepthoftwofeet.Alaborerwouldnothavedoneinadaywhatoccupiedmeanhour.ButIcouldfindnothingabsolutelynothing.ThenIrenewedthesearch.Supposingithadbeenthrownaside,itwouldprobablybeonthepathwhichledtothelittlegate;butthisexaminationwasasuselessasthefirst,andwithaburstingheartIreturnedtothethicket,whichnowcontainednohopeforme."

           "Oh,"criedMadameDanglars,"itwasenoughtodriveyoumad!"

           "Ihopedforamomentthatitmight,"saidVillefort;"butthathappinesswasdeniedme.

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