Граф Монте-Крісто

The Bell and Bottle Tavern.

           Notonlywasthefirstgendarmestillthere,buttheyoungmannowperceivedasecondyellow,blue,andwhiteuniformatthefootofthestaircase,theonlyonebywhichhecoulddescend,whileathird,onhorseback,holdingamusketinhisfist,waspostedasasentinelatthegreatstreetdoorwhichaloneaffordedthemeansofegress.

           Theappearanceofthethirdgendarmesettledthematter,foracrowdofcuriousloungerswasextendedbeforehim,effectuallyblockingtheentrancetothehotel."They’reafterme!"wasAndrea’sfirstthought."Thedevil!"Apalloroverspreadtheyoungman’sforehead,andhelookedaroundhimwithanxiety.Hisroom,likeallthoseonthesamefloor,hadbutoneoutlettothegalleryinthesightofeverybody."Iamlost!"washissecondthought;and,indeed,foramaninAndrea’ssituation,anarrestmeanttheassizes,trial,anddeathdeathwithoutmercyordelay.Foramomentheconvulsivelypressedhisheadwithinhishands,andduringthatbriefperiodhebecamenearlymadwithterror;butsoonarayofhopeglimmeredinthemultitudeofthoughtswhichbewilderedhismind,andafaintsmileplayeduponhiswhitelipsandpallidcheeks.Helookedaroundandsawtheobjectsofhissearchuponthechimney-piece;theywereapen,ink,andpaper.Withforcedcomposurehedippedthepenintheink,andwrotethefollowinglinesuponasheetofpaper:—

           "Ihavenomoneytopaymybill,butIamnotadishonestman;Ileavebehindmeasapledgethispin,worthtentimestheamount.

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Roboto Lora
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Сторінка 1665 з 1932