Граф Монте-Крісто

Number 34 and Number 27.

           Onceortwicethethoughtcrossedhismindthathemightbeseparatedfromthisunknown,whomhelovedalready;andthenhismindwasmadeupwhenthejailermovedhisbedandstoopedtoexaminetheopening,hewouldkillhimwithhiswaterjug.Hewouldbecondemnedtodie,buthewasabouttodieofgriefanddespairwhenthismiraculousnoiserecalledhimtolife.

           Thejailercameintheevening.Danteswasonhisbed.Itseemedtohimthatthushebetterguardedtheunfinishedopening.Doubtlesstherewasastrangeexpressioninhiseyes,forthejailersaid,"Come,areyougoingmadagain?"

           Dantesdidnotanswer;hefearedthattheemotionofhisvoicewouldbetrayhim.Thejailerwentawayshakinghishead.Nightcame;Danteshopedthathisneighborwouldprofitbythesilencetoaddresshim,buthewasmistaken.Thenextmorning,however,justasheremovedhisbedfromthewall,heheardthreeknocks;hethrewhimselfonhisknees.

           "Isityou?"saidhe;"Iamhere."

           "Isyourjailergone?"

           "Yes,"saidDantes;"hewillnotreturnuntiltheevening;sothatwehavetwelvehoursbeforeus."

           "Icanwork,then?"saidthevoice.

           "Oh,yes,yes;thisinstant,Ientreatyou

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