Граф Монте-Крісто

The Cemetery of the Chateau D’If.

           Thistimethejailermightnotbeassilentasusual,butspeaktoDantes,andseeingthathereceivednoreply,gotothebed,andthusdiscoverall.

           Whenseveno’clockcame,Dantes’agonyreallybegan.Hishandplaceduponhisheartwasunabletoredressitsthrobbings,while,withtheotherhewipedtheperspirationfromhistemples.Fromtimetotimechillsranthroughhiswholebody,andclutchedhisheartinagraspofice.Thenhethoughthewasgoingtodie.Yetthehourspassedonwithoutanyunusualdisturbance,andDantesknewthathehadescapedthefirstperil.Itwasagoodaugury.Atlength,aboutthehourthegovernorhadappointed,footstepswereheardonthestairs.Edmondfeltthatthemomenthadarrived,summonedupallhiscourage,heldhisbreath,andwouldhavebeenhappyifatthesametimehecouldhaverepressedthethrobbingofhisveins.ThefootstepstheyweredoublepausedatthedoorandDantesguessedthatthetwograve-diggershadcometoseekhimthisideawassoonconvertedintocertainty,whenheheardthenoisetheymadeinputtingdownthehand-bier.Thedooropened,andadimlightreachedDantes’eyesthroughthecoarsesackthatcoveredhim;hesawtwoshadowsapproachhisbed,athirdremainingatthedoorwithatorchinitshand.Thetwomen,approachingtheendsofthebed,tookthesackbyitsextremities.

           "He’sheavythoughforanoldandthinman,"saidone,asheraisedthehead.

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