Граф Монте-Крісто

The Treasure.

           

           "Yes,"saidhe."Youhave,indeed,anoblenature,Edmond,andIseebyyourpalenessandagitationwhatispassinginyourheartatthismoment.No,beassured,Iamnotmad.Thistreasureexists,Dantes,andifIhavenotbeenallowedtopossessit,youwill.Yesyou.Noonewouldlistenorbelieveme,becauseeveryonethoughtmemad;butyou,whomustknowthatIamnot,listentome,andbelievemesoafterwardsifyouwill."

           "Alas,"murmuredEdmondtohimself,"thisisaterriblerelapse!Therewasonlythisblowwanting."Thenhesaidaloud,"Mydearfriend,yourattackhas,perhaps,fatiguedyou;hadyounotbetterreposeawhile?To-morrow,ifyouwill,Iwillhearyournarrative;buttodayIwishtonurseyoucarefully.Besides,"hesaid,"atreasureisnotathingweneedhurryabout."

           "Onthecontrary,itisamatteroftheutmostimportance,Edmond!"repliedtheoldman."Whoknowsiftomorrow,orthenextdayafter,thethirdattackmaynotcomeon?andthenmustnotallbeover?Yes,indeed,Ihaveoftenthoughtwithabitterjoythattheseriches,whichwouldmakethewealthofadozenfamilies,willbeforeverlosttothosemenwhopersecuteme.Thisideawasoneofvengeancetome,andItasteditslowlyinthenightofmydungeonandthedespairofmycaptivity.

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