Граф Монте-Крісто

The Cemetery of the Chateau D’If.

           

           "JustGod!"hemuttered,"whencecomesthisthought?Isitfromthee?Sincenonebutthedeadpassfreelyfromthisdungeon,letmetaketheplaceofthedead!"Withoutgivinghimselftimetoreconsiderhisdecision,and,indeed,thathemightnotallowhisthoughtstobedistractedfromhisdesperateresolution,hebentovertheappallingshroud,openeditwiththeknifewhichFariahadmade,drewthecorpsefromthesack,andboreitalongthetunneltohisownchamber,laiditonhiscouch,tiedarounditsheadtheragheworeatnightaroundhisown,covereditwithhiscounterpane,onceagainkissedtheice-coldbrow,andtriedvainlytoclosetheresistingeyes,whichglaredhorribly,turnedtheheadtowardsthewall,sothatthejailermight,whenhebroughttheeveningmeal,believethathewasasleep,aswashisfrequentcustom;enteredthetunnelagain,drewthebedagainstthewall,returnedtotheothercell,tookfromthehiding-placetheneedleandthread,flungoffhisrags,thattheymightfeelonlynakedfleshbeneaththecoarsecanvas,andgettinginsidethesack,placedhimselfinthepostureinwhichthedeadbodyhadbeenlaid,andsewedupthemouthofthesackfromtheinside.

           Hewouldhavebeendiscoveredbythebeatingofhisheart,ifbyanymischancethejailershadenteredatthatmoment.Dantesmighthavewaiteduntiltheeveningvisitwasover,buthewasafraidthatthegovernorwouldchangehismind,andorderthedeadbodytoberemovedearlier.Inthatcasehislasthopewouldhavebeendestroyed.

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