Граф Монте-Крісто

The Cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise.

           Morrelbenthisheadtillittouchedthestone,thenclutchingthegratingwithbothhands,hemurmured"Oh,Valentine!"Thecount’sheartwaspiercedbytheutteranceofthesetwowords;hesteppedforward,andtouchingtheyoungman’sshoulder,said"Iwaslookingforyou,myfriend."MonteCristoexpectedaburstofpassion,buthewasdeceived,forMorrelturninground,saidcalmly

           "YouseeIwaspraying."Thescrutinizingglanceofthecountsearchedtheyoungmanfromheadtofoot.Hethenseemedmoreeasy.

           "ShallIdriveyoubacktoParis?"heasked.

           "No,thankyou."

           "Doyouwishanything?"

           "Leavemetopray."Thecountwithdrewwithoutopposition,butitwasonlytoplacehimselfinasituationwherehecouldwatcheverymovementofMorrel,whoatlengtharose,brushedthedustfromhisknees,andturnedtowardsParis,withoutoncelookingback.HewalkedslowlydowntheRuedelaRoquette.Thecount,dismissinghiscarriage,followedhimaboutahundredpacesbehind.MaximiliancrossedthecanalandenteredtheRueMeslaybytheboulevards.FiveminutesafterthedoorhadbeenclosedonMorrel’sentrance,itwasagainopenedforthecount.Juliewasattheentranceofthegarden,whereshewasattentivelywatchingPenelon,who,enteringwithzealintohisprofessionofgardener,wasverybusygraftingsomeBengalroses."Ah,count,"sheexclaimed,withthedelightmanifestedbyeverymemberofthefamilywheneverhevisitedtheRueMeslay.

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