Граф Монте-Крісто

The Catalans.

           Ayoungandbeautifulgirl,withhairasblackasjet,hereyesasvelvetyasthegazelle’s,wasleaningwithherbackagainstthewainscot,rubbinginherslenderdelicatelymouldedfingersabunchofheathblossoms,theflowersofwhichshewaspickingoffandstrewingonthefloor;herarms,baretotheelbow,brown,andmodelledafterthoseoftheArlesianVenus,movedwithakindofrestlessimpatience,andshetappedtheearthwithherarchedandsupplefoot,soastodisplaythepureandfullshapeofherwell-turnedleg,initsredcotton,grayandblueclocked,stocking.Atthreepacesfromher,seatedinachairwhichhebalancedontwolegs,leaninghiselbowonanoldworm-eatentable,wasatallyoungmanoftwenty,ortwo-and-twenty,whowaslookingatherwithanairinwhichvexationanduneasinessweremingled.Hequestionedherwithhiseyes,butthefirmandsteadygazeoftheyounggirlcontrolledhislook.

           "Yousee,Mercedes,"saidtheyoungman,"hereisEastercomeroundagain;tellme,isthisthemomentforawedding?"

           "Ihaveansweredyouahundredtimes,Fernand,andreallyyoumustbeverystupidtoaskmeagain."

           "Well,repeatitrepeatit,Ibegofyou,thatImayatlastbelieveit!Tellmeforthehundredthtimethatyourefusemylove,whichhadyourmother’ssanction.Makemeunderstandonceforallthatyouaretriflingwithmyhappiness,thatmylifeordeatharenothingtoyou.

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