Граф Монте-Крісто

The Bell and Bottle Tavern.

           AboutseveninthemorningAndreawasawakenedbyarayofsunlight,whichplayed,warmandbrilliant,uponhisface.Inallwell-organizedbrains,thepredominatingideaandtherealwaysisoneissuretobethelastthoughtbeforesleeping,andthefirstuponwakinginthemorning.Andreahadscarcelyopenedhiseyeswhenhispredominatingideapresenteditself,andwhisperedinhisearthathehadslepttoolong.Hejumpedoutofbedandrantothewindow.Agendarmewascrossingthecourt.Agendarmeisoneofthemoststrikingobjectsintheworld,eventoamanvoidofuneasiness;butforonewhohasatimidconscience,andwithgoodcausetoo,theyellow,blue,andwhiteuniformisreallyveryalarming.

           "Whyisthatgendarmethere?"askedAndreaofhimself.Then,allatonce,hereplied,withthatlogicwhichthereaderhas,doubtless,remarkedinhim,"Thereisnothingastonishinginseeingagendarmeataninn;insteadofbeingastonished,letmedressmyself."AndtheyouthdressedhimselfwithafacilityhisvaletdechambrehadfailedtorobhimofduringthetwomonthsoffashionablelifehehadledinParis."Nowthen,"saidAndrea,whiledressinghimself,"I’llwaittillheleaves,andthenI’llslipaway."And,sayingthis,Andrea,whohadnowputonhisbootsandcravat,stolegentlytothewindow,andasecondtimeliftedupthemuslincurtain.

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