Граф Монте-Крісто

The Third Attack.

           "ThisordertoheattheironsmadeDantesshudder.Heheardhastysteps,thecreakingofadoor,peoplegoingandcoming,andsomeminutesafterwardsaturnkeyentered,saying

           "Hereisthebrazier,lighted."Therewasamoment’ssilence,andthenwasheardthecracklingofburningflesh,ofwhichthepeculiarandnauseoussmellpenetratedevenbehindthewallwhereDanteswaslisteninginhorror.Theperspirationpouredforthupontheyoungman’sbrow,andhefeltasifheshouldfaint.

           "Yousee,sir,heisreallydead,"saidthedoctor;"thisburnintheheelisdecisive.Thepoorfooliscuredofhisfolly,anddeliveredfromhiscaptivity."

           "Wasn’thisnameFaria?"inquiredoneoftheofficerswhoaccompaniedthegovernor.

           "Yes,sir;and,ashesaid,itwasanancientname.Hewas,too,verylearned,andrationalenoughonallpointswhichdidnotrelatetohistreasure;butonthat,indeed,hewasintractable."

           "Itisthesortofmaladywhichwecallmonomania,"saidthedoctor.

           "Youhadneveranythingtocomplainof?"saidthegovernortothejailerwhohadchargeoftheabbe.

           "Never,sir,"repliedthejailer,"never;onthecontrary,hesometimesamusedmeverymuchbytellingmestories.Oneday,too,whenmywifewasill,hegavemeaprescriptionwhichcuredher."

           "Ah,ah!"saidthedoctor,"IdidnotknowthatIhadarival;butIhope,governor,thatyouwillshowhimallproperrespect.

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