Граф Монте-Крісто

A Summer Ball.

           

           "Yourfatherwasfortunate,then?"saidhe.

           "Youknowmyopinionofmymother,count;lookatherstillbeautiful,witty,morecharmingthanever.ForanyothersontohavestayedwithhismotherforfourdaysatTreport,itwouldhavebeenacondescensionoramartyrdom,whileIreturn,morecontented,morepeacefulshallIsaymorepoetic!thanifIhadtakenQueenMaborTitaniaasmycompanion."

           "Thatisanoverwhelmingdemonstration,andyouwouldmakeeveryonevowtoliveasinglelife."

           "SucharemyreasonsfornotlikingtomarryMademoiselleDanglars.Haveyouevernoticedhowmuchathingisheightenedinvaluewhenweobtainpossessionofit?ThediamondwhichglitteredinthewindowatMarle’sorFossin’sshineswithmoresplendorwhenitisourown;butifwearecompelledtoacknowledgethesuperiorityofanother,andstillmustretaintheonethatisinferior,doyounotknowwhatwehavetoendure?"

           "Worldling,"murmuredthecount.

           "ThusIshallrejoicewhenMademoiselleEugenieperceivesIambutapitifulatom,withscarcelyasmanyhundredthousandfrancsasshehasmillions."MonteCristosmiled."Oneplanoccurredtome,"continuedAlbert;"Franzlikesallthatiseccentric;ItriedtomakehimfallinlovewithMademoiselleDanglars;butinspiteoffourletters,writteninthemostalluringstyle,heinvariablyanswered:‘Myeccentricitymaybegreat,butitwillnotmakemebreakmypromise.

Зміст книги
Налаштування
Фон сторінки
Розмір шрифту
Міжрядковий інтервал
Фразові дієслова
Показати / Приховати меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Сторінка 1190 з 1932