Граф Монте-Крісто

The Burglary.

           

           "Theabbe,theabbe!"murmuredhe,clinchinghisfists,andhisteethchattering.

           "SoyouwouldrobtheCountofMonteCristo?"continuedthefalseabbe.

           "Reverendsir,"murmuredCaderousse,seekingtoregainthewindow,whichthecountpitilesslyblocked—"reverendsir,Idon’tknowbelievemeItakemyoath"—

           "Apaneofglassout,"continuedthecount,"adarklantern,abunchoffalsekeys,asecretaryhalfforceditistolerablyevident"—

           Caderoussewaschoking;helookedaroundforsomecornertohidein,somewayofescape.

           "Come,come,"continuedthecount,"Iseeyouarestillthesameanassassin."

           "Reverendsir,sinceyouknoweverything,youknowitwasnotI—itwasLaCarconte;thatwasprovedatthetrial,sinceIwasonlycondemnedtothegalleys."

           "Isyourtime,then,expired,sinceIfindyouinafairwaytoreturnthere?"

           "No,reverendsir;Ihavebeenliberatedbysomeone."

           "Thatsomeonehasdonesocietyagreatkindness."

           "Ah,"saidCaderousse,"Ihadpromised"—

           "Andyouarebreakingyourpromise!"interruptedMonteCristo.

           "Alas,yes!"saidCaderousseveryuneasily.

           "Abadrelapse,thatwillleadyou,ifImistakenot,tothePlacedeGreve.Somuchtheworse,somuchtheworsediavolo,astheysayinmycountry.

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