Граф Монте-Крісто

The Room of the Retired Baker.

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           "Well,itsurpassesthat."

           "Itmustbeworthone’swhiletostoop,Andrea,whenthatgoodM.MonteCristoletsfallhispurse."

           "Itisnotworthwhiletowaitforthat,"saidAndrea;"moneyisasplentifulinthathouseasfruitinanorchard."

           "Butyoushouldtakemethereonedaywithyou."

           "HowcanI?Onwhatplea?"

           "Youareright;butyouhavemademymouthwater.Imustabsolutelyseeit;Ishallfindaway."

           "Nononsense,Caderousse!"

           "Iwilloffermyselfasfloor-polisher."

           "Theroomsareallcarpeted."

           "Well,then,Imustbecontentedtoimagineit."

           "Thatisthebestplan,believeme."

           "Try,atleast,togivemeanideaofwhatitis."

           "HowcanI?"

           "Nothingiseasier.Isitlarge?"

           "Middling."

           "Howisitarranged?"

           "Faith,Ishouldrequirepen,ink,andpapertomakeaplan."

           "Theyareallhere,"saidCaderousse,briskly.Hefetchedfromanoldsecretaryasheetofwhitepaperandpenandink."Here,"saidCaderousse,"drawmeallthatonthepaper,myboy."Andreatookthepenwithanimperceptiblesmileandbegan."Thehouse,asIsaid,isbetweenthecourtandthegarden;inthisway,doyousee?"Andreadrewthegarden,thecourtandthehouse.

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