Граф Монте-Крісто

Father and Son.

           "Atthesewordsherose,andputoffhisfrock-coatandcravat,wenttowardsatableonwhichlayhisson’stoiletarticles,latheredhisface,tookarazor,and,withafirmhand,cutoffthecompromisingwhiskers.Villefortwatchedhimwithalarmnotdevoidofadmiration.

           Hiswhiskerscutoff,Noirtiergaveanotherturntohishair;took,insteadofhisblackcravat,acoloredneckerchiefwhichlayatthetopofanopenportmanteau;puton,inlieuofhisblueandhigh-buttonedfrock-coat,acoatofVillefort’sofdarkbrown,andcutawayinfront;triedonbeforetheglassanarrow-brimmedhatofhisson’s,whichappearedtofithimperfectly,and,leavinghiscaneinthecornerwherehehaddepositedit,hetookupasmallbambooswitch,cuttheairwithitonceortwice,andwalkedaboutwiththateasyswaggerwhichwasoneofhisprincipalcharacteristics.

           "Well,"hesaid,turningtowardshiswonderingson,whenthisdisguisewascompleted,"well,doyouthinkyourpolicewillrecognizemenow."

           "No,father,"stammeredVillefort;"atleast,Ihopenot."

           "Andnow,mydearboy,"continuedNoirtier,"IrelyonyourprudencetoremoveallthethingswhichIleaveinyourcare."

           "Oh,relyonme,"saidVillefort.

           "Yes,yes;andnowIbelieveyouareright,andthatyouhavereallysavedmylife;beassuredIwillreturnthefavorhereafter."Villefortshookhishead.

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