Граф Монте-Крісто

The Abbe’s Chamber.

           "ThedeepglowofindignationsuffusedthecheeksofDantes.

           "Withoutyou?Didyoureallythinkmecapableofthat?"

           "Atleast,"saidtheabbe,"Inowseehowwrongsuchanopinionwouldhavebeen.Alas,alas!Iamfearfullyexhaustedanddebilitatedbythisattack."

           "Beofgoodcheer,"repliedDantes;"yourstrengthwillreturn."AndashespokeheseatedhimselfnearthebedbesideFaria,andtookhishands.Theabbeshookhishead.

           "ThelastattackIhad,"saidhe,"lastedbuthalfanhour,andafteritIwashungry,andgotupwithouthelp;nowIcanmoveneithermyrightarmnorleg,andmyheadseemsuncomfortable,whichshowsthattherehasbeenasuffusionofbloodonthebrain.Thethirdattackwilleithercarrymeoff,orleavemeparalyzedforlife."

           "No,no,"criedDantes;"youaremistakenyouwillnotdie!Andyourthirdattack(if,indeed,youshouldhaveanother)willfindyouatliberty.Weshallsaveyouanothertime,aswehavedonethis,onlywithabetterchanceofsuccess,becauseweshallbeabletocommandeveryrequisiteassistance."

           "MygoodEdmond,"answeredtheabbe,"benotdeceived.Theattackwhichhasjustpassedaway,condemnsmeforevertothewallsofaprison.Nonecanflyfromadungeonwhocannotwalk."

           "Well,wewillwaitaweek,amonth,twomonths,ifneedbeandmeanwhileyourstrengthwillreturn.Everythingisinreadinessforourflight,andwecanselectanytimewechoose.

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