Граф Монте-Крісто

The Two Prisoners.

           Thefirstyearheofferedgovernmentamillionoffrancsforhisrelease;thesecond,two;thethird,three;andsoonprogressively.Heisnowinhisfifthyearofcaptivity;hewillasktospeaktoyouinprivate,andofferyoufivemillions."

           "Howcurious!whatishisname?"

           "TheAbbeFaria."

           "No.27,"saidtheinspector.

           "Itishere;unlockthedoor,Antoine."Theturnkeyobeyed,andtheinspectorgazedcuriouslyintothechamberofthe"madabbe."

           Inthecentreofthecell,inacircletracedwithafragmentofplasterdetachedfromthewall,satamanwhosetatteredgarmentsscarcelycoveredhim.Hewasdrawinginthiscirclegeometricallines,andseemedasmuchabsorbedinhisproblemasArchimedeswaswhenthesoldierofMarcellusslewhim.

           Hedidnotmoveatthesoundofthedoor,andcontinuedhiscalculationsuntiltheflashofthetorcheslightedupwithanunwontedglarethesombrewallsofhiscell;then,raisinghishead,heperceivedwithastonishmentthenumberofpersonspresent.Hehastilyseizedthecoverletofhisbed,andwrappeditroundhim.

           "Whatisityouwant?"saidtheinspector.

           "I,monsieur,"repliedtheabbewithanairofsurprise—"Iwantnothing."

           "Youdonotunderstand,"continuedtheinspector;"Iamsentherebygovernmenttovisittheprison,andheartherequestsoftheprisoners.

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