Граф Монте-Крісто

The Fifth of October.

           Theeightoarsfellintotheseasimultaneouslywithoutsplashingadropofwater,andtheboat,yieldingtotheimpulsion,glidedforward.Inaninstanttheyfoundthemselvesinalittleharbor,formedinanaturalcreek;theboatgroundedonthefinesand.

           "Willyourexcellencybesogoodastomounttheshouldersoftwoofourmen,theywillcarryyouashore?"Theyoungmanansweredthisinvitationwithagestureofindifference,andsteppedoutoftheboat;theseaimmediatelyrosetohiswaist."Ah,yourexcellency,"murmuredthepilot,"youshouldnothavedoneso;ourmasterwillscoldusforit."Theyoungmancontinuedtoadvance,followingthesailors,whochoseafirmfooting.Thirtystridesbroughtthemtodryland;theyoungmanstampedonthegroundtoshakeoffthewet,andlookedaroundforsomeonetoshowhimhisroad,foritwasquitedark.Justasheturned,ahandrestedonhisshoulder,andavoicewhichmadehimshudderexclaimed"Good-evening,Maximilian;youarepunctual,thankyou!"

           "Ah,isityou,count?"saidtheyoungman,inanalmostjoyfulaccent,pressingMonteCristo’shandwithbothhisown.

           "Yes;youseeIamasexactasyouare.Butyouaredripping,mydearfellow;youmustchangeyourclothes,asCalypsosaidtoTelemachus.Come,Ihaveahabitationpreparedforyouinwhichyouwillsoonforgetfatigueandcold.

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