Граф Монте-Крісто

Maximilian’s Avowal.

           "Morrelwentout,calledBaptistin,andwhisperedafewwordstohim.Thevaletrandirectly."Well,haveyousent?"askedMonteCristo,seeingMorrelreturn.

           "Yes,andnowIshallbemorecalm."

           "YouknowIamwaiting,"saidMonteCristo,smiling.

           "Yes,andIwilltellyou.OneeveningIwasinagarden;aclumpoftreesconcealedme;noonesuspectedIwasthere.Twopersonspassednearmeallowmetoconcealtheirnamesforthepresent;theywerespeakinginanundertone,andyetIwassointerestedinwhattheysaidthatIdidnotloseasingleword."

           "Thisisagloomyintroduction,ifImayjudgefromyourpallorandshuddering,Morrel."

           "Oh,yes,verygloomy,myfriend.Someonehadjustdiedinthehousetowhichthatgardenbelonged.OneofthepersonswhoseconversationIoverheardwasthemasterofthehouse;theother,thephysician.Theformerwasconfidingtothelatterhisgriefandfear,foritwasthesecondtimewithinamonththatdeathhadsuddenlyandunexpectedlyenteredthathousewhichwasapparentlydestinedtodestructionbysomeexterminatingangel,asanobjectofGod’sanger."

           "Ah,indeed?"saidMonteCristo,lookingearnestlyattheyoungman,andbyanimperceptiblemovementturninghischair,sothatheremainedintheshadewhilethelightfellfullonMaximilian’sface."Yes,"continuedMorrel,"deathhadenteredthathousetwicewithinonemonth."

           "Andwhatdidthedoctoranswer?"askedMonteCristo.

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