Граф Монте-Крісто

Number 34 and Number 27.

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           "Couldyouhaveswumsofar?"

           "Heavenwouldhavegivenmestrength;butnowallislost."

           "All?"

           "Yes;stopupyourexcavationcarefully,donotworkanymore,andwaituntilyouhearfromme."

           "Tellme,atleast,whoyouare?"

           "IamIamNo.27."

           "Youmistrustme,then,"saidDantes.Edmondfanciedheheardabitterlaughresoundingfromthedepths.

           "Oh,IamaChristian,"criedDantes,guessinginstinctivelythatthismanmeanttoabandonhim."Isweartoyoubyhimwhodiedforusthatnaughtshallinducemetobreatheonesyllabletomyjailers;butIconjureyoudonotabandonme.Ifyoudo,Isweartoyou,forIhavegottotheendofmystrength,thatIwilldashmybrainsoutagainstthewall,andyouwillhavemydeathtoreproachyourselfwith."

           "Howoldareyou?Yourvoiceisthatofayoungman."

           "Idonotknowmyage,forIhavenotcountedtheyearsIhavebeenhere.AllIdoknowis,thatIwasjustnineteenwhenIwasarrested,the28thofFebruary,1815."

           "Notquitetwenty-six!"murmuredthevoice;"atthatagehecannotbeatraitor."

           "Oh,no,no,"criedDantes."Isweartoyouagain,ratherthanbetrayyou,Iwouldallowmyselftobehackedinpieces!"

           "Youhavedonewelltospeaktome,andaskformyassistance,forIwasabouttoformanotherplan,andleaveyou;butyouragereassuresme.

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