Граф Монте-Крісто

The Apparition.

           

           "Howdoyoumean?"saidValentine,lookinganxiouslyaround.

           "Becauseyouarenotfeverishordeliriousto-night,butthoroughlyawake;midnightisstriking,whichisthehourmurdererschoose."

           "Oh,heavens,"exclaimedValentine,wipingoffthedropswhichrandownherforehead.Midnightstruckslowlyandsadly;everyhourseemedtostrikewithleadenweightupontheheartofthepoorgirl."Valentine,"saidthecount,"summonupallyourcourage;stillthebeatingsofyourheart;donotletasoundescapeyou,andfeigntobeasleep;thenyouwillsee."Valentineseizedthecount’shand."IthinkIhearanoise,"shesaid;"leaveme."

           "Good-by,forthepresent,"repliedthecount,walkingupontiptoetowardsthelibrarydoor,andsmilingwithanexpressionsosadandpaternalthattheyounggirl’sheartwasfilledwithgratitude.Beforeclosingthedoorheturnedaroundoncemore,andsaid,"Notamovementnotaword;letthemthinkyouasleep,orperhapsyoumaybekilledbeforeIhavethepowerofhelpingyou."Andwiththisfearfulinjunctionthecountdisappearedthroughthedoor,whichnoiselesslyclosedafterhim.

Зміст книги
Налаштування
Фон сторінки
Розмір шрифту
Міжрядковий інтервал
Фразові дієслова
Показати / Приховати меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Сторінка 1698 з 1932