Граф Монте-Крісто

The Journey.

           Beauchamp,"repliedFlorentin.

           "Didhesendyou?"

           "Yes,sir;hesentformetohishouse,gavememoneyformyjourney,procuredahorse,andmademepromisenottostoptillIhadreachedyou,Ihavecomeinfifteenhours."

           Albertopenedtheletterwithfear,utteredashriekonreadingthefirstline,andseizedthepaper.Hissightwasdimmed,hislegssankunderhim,andhewouldhavefallenhadnotFlorentinsupportedhim.

           "Pooryoungman,"saidMonteCristoinalowvoice;"itisthentruethatthesinofthefathershallfallonthechildrentothethirdandfourthgeneration."MeanwhileAlberthadrevived,and,continuingtoread,hethrewbackhishead,saying,"Florentin,isyourhorsefittoreturnimmediately?"

           "Itisapoorlamepost-horse."

           "Inwhatstatewasthehousewhenyouleft?"

           "Allwasquiet,butonreturningfromM.Beauchamp’s,Ifoundmadameintears:shehadsentformetoknowwhenyouwouldreturn.ItoldhermyordersfromM.Beauchamp;shefirstextendedherarmstopreventme,butafteramoment’sreflection,‘Yes,go,Florentin,’saidshe,‘andmayhecomequickly.’"

           "Yes,mymother,"saidAlbert,"Iwillreturn,andwoetotheinfamouswretch!ButfirstofallImustgetthere."

           HewentbacktotheroomwherehehadleftMonteCristo.Fiveminuteshadsufficedtomakeacompletetransformationinhisappearance.

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