Граф Монте-Крісто

The Departure for Belgium.

           

           "AndamInotahundredtimesbetterthus?"criedEugenie,smoothingthescatteredcurlsofherhair,whichhadnowquiteamasculineappearance;"anddoyounotthinkmehandsomerso?"

           "Oh,youarebeautifulalwaysbeautiful!"criedLouise."Now,whereareyougoing?"

           "ToBrussels,ifyoulike;itisthenearestfrontier.WecangotoBrussels,Liege,Aix-la-Chapelle;thenuptheRhinetoStrasburg.WewillcrossSwitzerland,andgodownintoItalybytheSaint–Gothard.Willthatdo?"

           "Yes."

           "Whatareyoulookingat?"

           "Iamlookingatyou;indeedyouareadorablelikethat!Onewouldsayyouwerecarryingmeoff."

           "Andtheywouldberight,pardieu!"

           "Oh,Ithinkyouswore,Eugenie."Andthetwoyounggirls,whomeveryonemighthavethoughtplungedingrief,theoneonherownaccount,theotherfrominterestinherfriend,burstoutlaughing,astheyclearedawayeveryvisibletraceofthedisorderwhichhadnaturallyaccompaniedthepreparationsfortheirescape.Then,havingblownoutthelights,thetwofugitives,lookingandlisteningeagerly,withoutstretchednecks,openedthedoorofadressing-roomwhichledbyasidestaircasedowntotheyardEugeniegoingfirst,andholdingwithonearmtheportmanteau,whichbytheoppositehandleMademoiselled’Armillyscarcelyraisedwithbothhands.Theyardwasempty;theclockwasstrikingtwelve.Theporterwasnotyetgonetobed.

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