Граф Монте-Крісто

The Past.

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           "Wait,"saidMonteCristo,"Iwishtotakeonefinalglancearoundthisroom."

           "Thisisfortunate,"saidtheguide;"Ihaveforgottentheotherkey."

           "Goandfetchit."

           "Iwillleaveyouthetorch,sir."

           "No,takeitaway;Icanseeinthedark."

           "Why,youarelikeNo.34.Theysaidhewassoaccustomedtodarknessthathecouldseeapininthedarkestcornerofhisdungeon."

           "Hespentfourteenyearstoarriveatthat,"mutteredthecount.

           Theguidecarriedawaythetorch.Thecounthadspokencorrectly.Scarcelyhadafewsecondselapsed,erehesaweverythingasdistinctlyasbydaylight.Thenhelookedaroundhim,andreallyrecognizedhisdungeon.

           "Yes,"hesaid,"thereisthestoneuponwhichIusedtosit;thereistheimpressionmadebymyshouldersonthewall;thereisthemarkofmybloodmadewhenonedayIdashedmyheadagainstthewall.Oh,thosefigures,howwellIrememberthem!Imadethemonedaytocalculatetheageofmyfather,thatImightknowwhetherIshouldfindhimstillliving,andthatofMercedes,toknowifIshouldfindherstillfree.Afterfinishingthatcalculation,Ihadaminute’shope.Ididnotreckonuponhungerandinfidelity!"andabitterlaughescapedthecount.Hesawinfancytheburialofhisfather,andthemarriageofMercedes.Ontheothersideofthedungeonheperceivedaninscription,thewhitelettersofwhichwerestillvisibleonthegreenwall.

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