Граф Монте-Крісто

Father and Son.

           "

           "Howdidyouknowaboutit?"

           "ByaletteraddressedtoyoufromtheIslandofElba."

           "Tome?"

           "Toyou;andwhichIdiscoveredinthepocket-bookofthemessenger.Hadthatletterfallenintothehandsofanother,you,mydearfather,wouldprobablyerethishavebeenshot."Villefort’sfatherlaughed.

           "Come,come,"saidhe,"willtheRestorationadoptimperialmethodssopromptly?Shot,mydearboy?Whatanidea!Whereistheletteryouspeakof?Iknowyoutoowelltosupposeyouwouldallowsuchathingtopassyou."

           "Iburntit,forfearthatevenafragmentshouldremain;forthatlettermusthaveledtoyourcondemnation."

           "Andthedestructionofyourfutureprospects,"repliedNoirtier;"yes,Icaneasilycomprehendthat.ButIhavenothingtofearwhileIhaveyoutoprotectme."

           "Idobetterthanthat,sirIsaveyou."

           "Youdo?Why,really,thethingbecomesmoreandmoredramaticexplainyourself."

           "ImustreferagaintotheclubintheRueSaint–Jacques."

           "Itappearsthatthisclubisratheraboretothepolice.Whydidn’ttheysearchmorevigilantly?theywouldhavefound"—

           "Theyhavenotfound;buttheyareonthetrack."

           "Yes,thattheusualphrase;Iamquitefamiliarwithit.

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