Граф Монте-Крісто

A Learned Italian.

           Thissideofyourchamberlooksoutuponakindofopengallery,wherepatrolsarecontinuallypassing,andsentrieskeepwatchdayandnight."

           "Areyouquitesureofthat?"

           "Certain.Isawthesoldier’sshapeandthetopofhismusket;thatmademedrawinmyheadsoquickly,forIwasfearfulhemightalsoseeme."

           "Well?"inquiredDantes.

           "Youperceivethentheutterimpossibilityofescapingthroughyourdungeon?"

           "Then,"pursuedtheyoungmaneagerly

           "Then,"answeredtheelderprisoner,"thewillofGodbedone!"andastheoldmanslowlypronouncedthosewords,anairofprofoundresignationspreaditselfoverhiscareworncountenance.Dantesgazedonthemanwhocouldthusphilosophicallyresignhopessolongandardentlynourishedwithanastonishmentmingledwithadmiration.

           "Tellme,Ientreatofyou,whoandwhatyouare?"saidheatlength;"neverhaveImetwithsoremarkableapersonasyourself."

           "Willingly,"answeredthestranger;"if,indeed,youfeelanycuriosityrespectingone,now,alas,powerlesstoaidyouinanyway."

           "Saynotso;youcanconsoleandsupportmebythestrengthofyourownpowerfulmind.Prayletmeknowwhoyoureallyare?"

           Thestrangersmiledamelancholysmile."Thenlisten,"saidhe.

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