Граф Монте-Крісто

Danglars Signature.

           

           "See,Ihavenotslept,"saidVillefort,showinghisundisturbedbed;"griefdoesnotstunme.Ihavenotbeeninbedfortwonights;butthenlookatmydesk;seewhatIhavewrittenduringthesetwodaysandnights.Ihavefilledthosepapers,andhavemadeouttheaccusationagainsttheassassinBenedetto.Oh,work,workmypassion,myjoy,mydelightitisfortheetoalleviatemysorrows!"andheconvulsivelygraspedthehandofd’Avrigny.

           "Doyourequiremyservicesnow?"askedd’Avrigny.

           "No,"saidVillefort;"onlyreturnagainateleveno’clock;attwelvethetheoh,heavens,mypoor,poorchild!"andtheprocureuragainbecomingaman,lifteduphiseyesandgroaned.

           "Shallyoubepresentinthereceptionroom?"

           "No;Ihaveacousinwhohasundertakenthissadoffice.Ishallwork,doctorwhenIworkIforgeteverything."And,indeed,nosoonerhadthedoctorlefttheroom,thanhewasagainabsorbedinstudy.Onthedoorstepsd’AvrignymetthecousinwhomVilleforthadmentioned,apersonageasinsignificantinourstoryasintheworldheoccupiedoneofthosebeingsdesignedfromtheirbirthtomakethemselvesusefultoothers.Hewaspunctual,dressedinblack,withcrapearoundhishat,andpresentedhimselfathiscousin’swithafacemadeupfortheoccasion,andwhichhecouldalterasmightberequired.

Зміст книги
Налаштування
Фон сторінки
Розмір шрифту
Міжрядковий інтервал
Фразові дієслова
Показати / Приховати меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Сторінка 1730 з 1932