Граф Монте-Крісто

The Fifth of October.

           "MonteCristoperceivedthattheyoungmanhadturnedaround;indeed,Morrelsawwithsurprisethatthemenwhohadbroughthimhadleftwithoutbeingpaid,orutteringaword.Alreadythesoundoftheiroarsmightbeheardastheyreturnedtotheyacht.

           "Oh,yes,"saidthecount,"youarelookingforthesailors."

           "Yes,Ipaidthemnothing,andyettheyaregone."

           "Nevermindthat,Maximilian,"saidMonteCristo,smiling."Ihavemadeanagreementwiththenavy,thattheaccesstomyislandshallbefreeofallcharge.Ihavemadeabargain."Morrellookedatthecountwithsurprise."Count,"hesaid,"youarenotthesamehereasinParis."

           "Howso?"

           "Hereyoulaugh."Thecount’sbrowbecameclouded."Youarerighttorecallmetomyself,Maximilian,"hesaid;"Iwasdelightedtoseeyouagain,andforgotforthemomentthatallhappinessisfleeting."

           "Oh,no,no,count,"criedMaximilian,seizingthecount’shands,"praylaugh;behappy,andprovetome,byyourindifference,thatlifeisendurabletosufferers.Oh,howcharitable,kind,andgoodyouare;youaffectthisgayetytoinspiremewithcourage."

           "Youarewrong,Morrel;Iwasreallyhappy."

           "Thenyouforgetme,somuchthebetter."

           "Howso?"

           "Yes;forasthegladiatorsaidtotheemperor,whenheenteredthearena,‘Hewhoisabouttodiesalutesyou.

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