Граф Монте-Крісто

The Treasure.

           Caesar,poisonedatthesametime,escapedbysheddinghisskinlikeasnake;butthenewskinwasspottedbythepoisontillitlookedlikeatiger’s.Then,compelledtoquitRome,hewentandgothimselfobscurelykilledinanightskirmish,scarcelynoticedinhistory.Afterthepope’sdeathandhisson’sexile,itwassupposedthattheSpadafamilywouldresumethesplendidpositiontheyhadheldbeforethecardinal’stime;butthiswasnotthecase.TheSpadasremainedindoubtfulease,amysteryhungoverthisdarkaffair,andthepublicrumorwas,thatCaesar,abetterpoliticianthanhisfather,hadcarriedofffromthepopethefortuneofthetwocardinals.Isaythetwo,becauseCardinalRospigliosi,whohadnottakenanyprecaution,wascompletelydespoiled.

           "Uptothispoint,"saidFaria,interruptingthethreadofhisnarrative,"thisseemstoyouverymeaningless,nodoubt,eh?"

           "Oh,myfriend,"criedDantes,"onthecontrary,itseemsasifIwerereadingamostinterestingnarrative;goon,Ibegofyou."

           "Iwill."

           "Thefamilybegantogetaccustomedtotheirobscurity.Yearsrolledon,andamongstthedescendantssomeweresoldiers,othersdiplomatists;somechurchmen,somebankers;somegrewrich,andsomewereruined.Icomenowtothelastofthefamily,whosesecretaryIwastheCountofSpada.Ihadoftenheardhimcomplainofthedisproportionofhisrankwithhisfortune;andIadvisedhimtoinvestallhehadinanannuity.

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