Граф Монте-Крісто

Maximilian.

           "Tellthem,"saidMorrelinahoarsevoice,"tellthemthatIamherbetrothed.Tellthemshewasmybeloved,mynoblegirl,myonlyblessingintheworld.Tellthemoh,tellthem,thatcorpsebelongstome!"

           Theyoungmanoverwhelmedbytheweightofhisanguish,fellheavilyonhiskneesbeforethebed,whichhisfingersgraspedwithconvulsiveenergy.D’Avrigny,unabletobearthesightofthistouchingemotion,turnedaway;andVillefort,withoutseekinganyfurtherexplanation,andattractedtowardshimbytheirresistiblemagnetismwhichdrawsustowardsthosewhohavelovedthepeopleforwhomwemourn,extendedhishandtowardstheyoungman.ButMorrelsawnothing;hehadgraspedthehandofValentine,andunabletoweepventedhisagonyingroansashebitthesheets.Forsometimenothingwasheardinthatchamberbutsobs,exclamations,andprayers.AtlengthVillefort,themostcomposedofall,spoke:"Sir,"saidhetoMaximilian,"yousayyoulovedValentine,thatyouwerebetrothedtoher.Iknewnothingofthisengagement,ofthislove,yetI,herfather,forgiveyou,forIseethatyourgriefisrealanddeep;andbesidesmyownsorrowistoogreatforangertofindaplaceinmyheart.Butyouseethattheangelwhomyouhopedforhasleftthisearthshehasnothingmoretodowiththeadorationofmen.Takealastfarewell,sir,ofhersadremains;takethehandyouexpectedtopossessoncemorewithinyourown,andthenseparateyourselffromherforever.Valentinenowrequiresonlytheministrationsofthepriest.

Зміст книги
Налаштування
Фон сторінки
Розмір шрифту
Міжрядковий інтервал
Фразові дієслова
Показати / Приховати меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Сторінка 1719 з 1932