Граф Монте-Крісто

The Corsican Ogre.

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           "Advancingheisadvancing!"saidLouisXVIII."IshethenadvancingonParis?"Theministerofpolicemaintainedasilencewhichwasequivalenttoacompleteavowal.

           "AndDauphine,sir?"inquiredtheking,ofVillefort."DoyouthinkitpossibletorousethataswellasProvence?"

           "Sire,Iamsorrytotellyourmajestyacruelfact;butthefeelinginDauphineisquitethereverseofthatinProvenceorLanguedoc.ThemountaineersareBonapartists,sire."

           "Then,"murmuredLouis,"hewaswellinformed.Andhowmanymenhadhewithhim?"

           "Idonotknow,sire,"answeredtheministerofpolice.

           "What,youdonotknow!Haveyouneglectedtoobtaininformationonthatpoint?Ofcourseitisofnoconsequence,"headded,withawitheringsmile.

           "Sire,itwasimpossibletolearn;thedespatchsimplystatedthefactofthelandingandtheroutetakenbytheusurper."

           "Andhowdidthisdespatchreachyou?"inquiredtheking.Theministerbowedhishead,andwhileadeepcoloroverspreadhischeeks,hestammeredout

           "Bythetelegraph,sire."—LouisXVIII.advancedastep,andfoldedhisarmsoverhischestasNapoleonwouldhavedone.

           "Sothen,"heexclaimed,turningpalewithanger,"sevenconjoinedandalliedarmiesoverthrewthatman.Amiracleofheavenreplacedmeonthethroneofmyfathersafterfive-and-twentyyearsofexile.

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