Граф Монте-Крісто

The Burglary.

           

           "Reverendsir!"

           "Youlie!Thismanisstillyourfriend,andyou,perhaps,makeuseofhimasyouraccomplice."

           "Oh,reverendsir!"

           "SinceyouleftToulonwhathaveyoulivedon?Answerme!"

           "OnwhatIcouldget."

           "Youlie,"repeatedtheabbeathirdtime,withastillmoreimperativetone.Caderousse,terrified,lookedatthecount."Youhavelivedonthemoneyhehasgivenyou."

           "True,"saidCaderousse;"Benedettohasbecomethesonofagreatlord."

           "Howcanhebethesonofagreatlord?"

           "Anaturalson."

           "Andwhatisthatgreatlord’sname?"

           "TheCountofMonteCristo,theverysameinwhosehouseweare."

           "Benedettothecount’sson?"repliedMonteCristo,astonishedinhisturn.

           "Well,Ishouldthinkso,sincethecounthasfoundhimafalsefathersincethecountgiveshimfourthousandfrancsamonth,andleaveshim500,000francsinhiswill."

           "Ah,yes,"saidthefactitiousabbe,whobegantounderstand;"andwhatnamedoestheyoungmanbearmeanwhile?"

           "AndreaCavalcanti."

           "Isit,then,thatyoungmanwhommyfriendtheCountofMonteCristohasreceivedintohishouse,andwhoisgoingtomarryMademoiselleDanglars?"

           "Exactly.

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