Граф Монте-Крісто

The Evening of the Betrothal.

           Fernand,kneelingbyherside,tookherhand,andcovereditwithkissesthatMercedesdidnotevenfeel.Shepassedthenightthus.Thelampwentoutforwantofoil,butshepaidnoheedtothedarkness,anddawncame,butsheknewnotthatitwasday.GriefhadmadeherblindtoallbutoneobjectthatwasEdmond.

           "Ah,youarethere,"saidshe,atlength,turningtowardsFernand.

           "Ihavenotquittedyousinceyesterday,"returnedFernandsorrowfully.

           M.Morrelhadnotreadilygivenupthefight.HehadlearnedthatDanteshadbeentakentoprison,andhehadgonetoallhisfriends,andtheinfluentialpersonsofthecity;butthereportwasalreadyincirculationthatDanteswasarrestedasaBonapartistagent;andasthemostsanguinelookeduponanyattemptofNapoleontoremountthethroneasimpossible,hemetwithnothingbutrefusal,andhadreturnedhomeindespair,declaringthatthematterwasseriousandthatnothingmorecouldbedone.

           Caderoussewasequallyrestlessanduneasy,butinsteadofseeking,likeM.Morrel,toaidDantes,hehadshuthimselfupwithtwobottlesofblackcurrantbrandy,inthehopeofdrowningreflection.Buthedidnotsucceed,andbecametoointoxicatedtofetchanymoredrink,andyetnotsointoxicatedastoforgetwhathadhappened

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