Граф Монте-Крісто

The Departure.

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           "Myfriend,"saidMaximilian,"thevoiceofmyheartisverysorrowful,andpromisesmenothingbutmisfortune."

           "Itisthewayofweakenedmindstoseeeverythingthroughablackcloud.Thesoulformsitsownhorizons;yoursoulisdarkened,andconsequentlytheskyofthefutureappearsstormyandunpromising."

           "Thatmaypossiblybetrue,"saidMaximilian,andheagainsubsidedintohisthoughtfulmood.

           Thejourneywasperformedwiththatmarvellousrapiditywhichtheunlimitedpowerofthecountevercommanded.Townsfledfromthemlikeshadowsontheirpath,andtreesshakenbythefirstwindsofautumnseemedlikegiantsmadlyrushingontomeetthem,andretreatingasrapidlywhenoncereached.ThefollowingmorningtheyarrivedatChalons,wherethecount’ssteamboatwaitedforthem.Withoutthelossofaninstant,thecarriagewasplacedonboardandthetwotravellersembarkedwithoutdelay.Theboatwasbuiltforspeed;hertwopaddle-wheelswereliketwowingswithwhichsheskimmedthewaterlikeabird.Morrelwasnotinsensibletothatsensationofdelightwhichisgenerallyexperiencedinpassingrapidlythroughtheair,andthewindwhichoccasionallyraisedthehairfromhisforeheadseemedonthepointofdispellingmomentarilythecloudscollectedthere.

           AsthedistanceincreasedbetweenthetravellersandParis,almostsuperhumanserenityappearedtosurroundthecount;hemighthavebeentakenforanexileabouttorevisithisnativeland.

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