Граф Монте-Крісто

The Treasure.

           "

           "Andyousaythistreasureamountsto"—

           "TwomillionsofRomancrowns;nearlythirteenmillionsofourmoney."2

           2$2,600,000in1894.

           "Impossible!"saidDantes,staggeredattheenormousamount.

           "Impossible?andwhy?"askedtheoldman."TheSpadafamilywasoneoftheoldestandmostpowerfulfamiliesofthefifteenthcentury;andinthosetimes,whenotheropportunitiesforinvestmentwerewanting,suchaccumulationsofgoldandjewelswerebynomeansrare;thereareatthisdayRomanfamiliesperishingofhunger,thoughpossessedofnearlyamillionindiamondsandjewels,handeddownbyentail,andwhichtheycannottouch."Edmondthoughthewasinadreamhewaveredbetweenincredulityandjoy.

           "Ihaveonlykeptthissecretsolongfromyou,"continuedFaria,"thatImighttestyourcharacter,andthensurpriseyou.Hadweescapedbeforemyattackofcatalepsy,IshouldhaveconductedyoutoMonteCristo;now,"headded,withasigh,"itisyouwhowillconductmethither.Well,Dantes,youdonotthankme?"

           "Thistreasurebelongstoyou,mydearfriend,"repliedDantes,"andtoyouonly.Ihavenorighttoit.Iamnorelationofyours."

           "Youaremyson,Dantes,"exclaimedtheoldman."Youarethechildofmycaptivity.Myprofessioncondemnsmetocelibacy.Godhassentyoutometoconsole,atoneandthesametime,themanwhocouldnotbeafather,andtheprisonerwhocouldnotgetfree

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