Граф Монте-Крісто

The Room of the Retired Baker.

           "

           "Whatdoyouwant?Itlooksasifyouweretryingtofleeceme?"

           "I?Whatanidea!I,whoamgoingtogiveyouanotherpieceofgoodadvice."

           "Whatisit?"

           "Toleavebehindyouthediamondyouhaveonyourfinger.Weshallbothgetintotrouble.Youwillruinbothyourselfandmebyyourfolly."

           "Howso?"saidAndrea.

           "How?Youputonalivery,youdisguiseyourselfasaservant,andyetkeepadiamondonyourfingerworthfourorfivethousandfrancs."

           "Youguesswell."

           "Iknowsomethingofdiamonds;Ihavehadsome."

           "Youdowelltoboastofit,"saidAndrea,who,withoutbecomingangry,asCaderoussefeared,atthisnewextortion,quietlyresignedthering.CaderousselookedsocloselyatitthatAndreawellknewthathewasexaminingtoseeifalltheedgeswereperfect.

           "Itisafalsediamond,"saidCaderousse.

           "Youarejokingnow,"repliedAndrea.

           "Donotbeangry,wecantryit."Caderoussewenttothewindow,touchedtheglasswithit,andfounditwouldcut.

           "Confiteor,"saidCaderousse,puttingthediamondonhislittlefinger;"Iwasmistaken;butthosethievesofjewellersimitatesowellthatitisnolongerworthwhiletorobajeweller’sshopitisanotherbranchofindustryparalyzed.

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