Граф Монте-Крісто

Father and Son.

           

           "Itisnouse,"saidtheoldman,"thereisnowine."

           "What,nowine?"saidDantes,turningpale,andlookingalternatelyatthehollowcheeksoftheoldmanandtheemptycupboards."What,nowine?Haveyouwantedmoney,father?"

           "IwantnothingnowthatIhaveyou,"saidtheoldman.

           "Yet,"stammeredDantes,wipingtheperspirationfromhisbrow"yetIgaveyoutwohundredfrancswhenIleft,threemonthsago."

           "Yes,yes,Edmond,thatistrue,butyouforgotatthattimealittledebttoourneighbor,Caderousse.Heremindedmeofit,tellingmeifIdidnotpayforyou,hewouldbepaidbyM.Morrel;andso,yousee,lesthemightdoyouaninjury"—

           "Well?"

           "Why,Ipaidhim."

           "But,"criedDantes,"itwasahundredandfortyfrancsIowedCaderousse."

           "Yes,"stammeredtheoldman.

           "AndyoupaidhimoutofthetwohundredfrancsIleftyou?"

           Theoldmannodded.

           "Sothatyouhavelivedforthreemonthsonsixtyfrancs,"mutteredEdmond.

           "YouknowhowlittleIrequire,"saidtheoldman.

           "Heavenpardonme,"criedEdmond,fallingonhiskneesbeforehisfather.

           "Whatareyoudoing?"

           "Youhavewoundedmetotheheart."

           "Nevermindit,forIseeyouoncemore,"saidtheoldman;"andnowit’sallovereverythingisallrightagain.

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