Граф Монте-Крісто

The Third Attack.

           Bythelightofthewretchedandwaveringlamp,ofwhichwehavespoken,Dantessawtheoldman,pale,butyeterect,clingingtothebedstead.Hisfeatureswerewrithingwiththosehorriblesymptomswhichhealreadyknew,andwhichhadsoseriouslyalarmedhimwhenhesawthemforthefirsttime.

           "Alas,mydearfriend,"saidFariainaresignedtone,"youunderstand,doyounot,andIneednotattempttoexplaintoyou?"

           Edmondutteredacryofagony,and,quiteoutofhissenses,rushedtowardsthedoor,exclaiming,"Help,help!"Fariahadjustsufficientstrengthtorestrainhim.

           "Silence,"hesaid,"oryouarelost.Wemustnowonlythinkofyou,mydearfriend,andsoactastorenderyourcaptivitysupportableoryourflightpossible.ItwouldrequireyearstodoagainwhatIhavedonehere,andtheresultswouldbeinstantlydestroyedifourjailersknewwehadcommunicatedwitheachother.Besides,beassured,mydearEdmond,thedungeonIamabouttoleavewillnotlongremainempty;someotherunfortunatebeingwillsoontakemyplace,andtohimyouwillappearlikeanangelofsalvation.Perhapshewillbeyoung,strong,andenduring,likeyourself,andwillaidyouinyourescape,whileIhavebeenbutahindrance.Youwillnolongerhavehalfadeadbodytiedtoyouasadragtoallyourmovements.Atlengthprovidencehasdonesomethingforyou;herestorestoyoumorethanhetakesaway,anditwastimeIshoulddie.

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