Граф Монте-Крісто

The Room of the Retired Baker.

           ""Oh,"saidAndreaphilosophically,determinedtowatchhiscompanionnarrowly,"doesnotlifepassinwaiting?DoI,forinstance,farebetter?Well,Iwaitpatiently,doInot?"

           "Yes;becauseinsteadofexpectingtwohundredwretchedfrancs,youexpectfiveorsixthousand,perhapsten,perhapseventwelve,foryoutakecarenottoletanyoneknowtheutmost.Downthere,youalwayshadlittlepresentsandChristmas-boxeswhichyoutriedtohidefromyourpoorfriendCaderousse.Fortunatelyheisacunningfellow,thatfriendCaderousse."

           "Thereyouarebeginningagaintoramble,totalkagainandagainofthepast!Butwhatistheuseofteasingmewithgoingalloverthatagain?"

           "Ah,youareonlyoneandtwenty,andcanforgetthepast;Iamfifty,andamobligedtorecollectit.Butletusreturntobusiness."

           "Yes."

           "Iwasgoingtosay,ifIwereinyourplace"

           "Well."

           "Iwouldrealize"

           "Howwouldyourealize?"

           "Iwouldaskforsixmonths’inadvance,underpretenceofbeingabletopurchaseafarm,thenwithmysixmonthsIwoulddecamp."

           "Well,well,"saidAndrea,"thatisn’tabadidea."

           "Mydearfriend,"saidCaderousse,"eatofmybread,andtakemyadvice;youwillbenonetheworseoff,physicallyormorally.

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