Граф Монте-Крісто

The Pardon.

           "Andhestruckhisbreastwithhisemaciatedfist.

           "ThenIforgiveyou,"saidtheman,droppinghiscloak,andadvancingtothelight.

           "TheCountofMonteCristo!"saidDanglars,morepalefromterrorthanhehadbeenjustbeforefromhungerandmisery.

           "YouaremistakenIamnottheCountofMonteCristo."

           "Thenwhoareyou?"

           "IamhewhomyousoldanddishonoredIamhewhosebetrothedyouprostitutedIamheuponwhomyoutrampledthatyoumightraiseyourselftofortuneIamhewhosefatheryoucondemnedtodieofhungerIamhewhomyoualsocondemnedtostarvation,andwhoyetforgivesyou,becausehehopestobeforgivenIamEdmondDantes!"Danglarsutteredacry,andfellprostrate."Rise,"saidthecount,"yourlifeissafe;thesamegoodfortunehasnothappenedtoyouraccomplicesoneismad,theotherdead.Keepthe50,000francsyouhaveleftIgivethemtoyou.The5,000,000youstolefromthehospitalshasbeenrestoredtothembyanunknownhand.Andnoweatanddrink;Iwillentertainyouto-night.Vampa,whenthismanissatisfied,lethimbefree."Danglarsremainedprostratewhilethecountwithdrew;whenheraisedhisheadhesawdisappearingdownthepassagenothingbutashadow,beforewhichthebanditsbowed

Зміст книги
Налаштування
Фон сторінки
Розмір шрифту
Міжрядковий інтервал
Фразові дієслова
Показати / Приховати меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Сторінка 1911 з 1932