Граф Монте-Крісто

The Past.

           Youcanunderstandthatoneoftwothingsmusthavehappened;hemusteitherhavefallenflat,inwhichcasetheblow,fromaheightofninetyfeet,musthavekilledhiminstantly,orhemusthavefallenupright,andthentheweightwouldhavedraggedhimtothebottom,whereheremainedpoorfellow!"

           "Thenyoupityhim?"saidthecount.

           "Mafoi,yes;thoughhewasinhisownelement."

           "Whatdoyoumean?"

           "Thereportwasthathehadbeenanavalofficer,whohadbeenconfinedforplottingwiththeBonapartists."

           "Greatistruth,"mutteredthecount,"firecannotburn,norwaterdrownit!Thusthepoorsailorlivesintherecollectionofthosewhonarratehishistory;histerriblestoryisrecitedinthechimney-corner,andashudderisfeltatthedescriptionofhistransitthroughtheairtobeswallowedbythedeep."Then,thecountaddedaloud,"Washisnameeverknown?"

           "Oh,yes;butonlyasNo.34."

           "Oh,Villefort,Villefort,"murmuredthecount,"thisscenemustoftenhavehauntedthysleeplesshours!"

           "Doyouwishtoseeanythingmore,sir?"saidtheconcierge.

           "Yes,especiallyifyouwillshowmethepoorabbe’sroom."

           "AhNo.27."

           "Yes;No.27."repeatedthecount,whoseemedtohearthevoiceoftheabbeansweringhiminthoseverywordsthroughthewallwhenaskedhisname.

           "Come,sir.

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