Граф Монте-Крісто

The Cemetery of the Chateau D’If.

           "Anexclamationofsatisfactionindicatedthatthegrave-diggerhadfoundtheobjectofhissearch."Hereitisatlast,"hesaid,"notwithoutsometroublethough."

           "Yes,"wastheanswer,"butithaslostnothingbywaiting."

           Ashesaidthis,themancametowardsEdmond,whoheardaheavymetallicsubstancelaiddownbesidehim,andatthesamemomentacordwasfastenedroundhisfeetwithsuddenandpainfulviolence.

           "Well,haveyoutiedtheknot?"inquiredthegrave-digger,whowaslookingon.

           "Yes,andprettytighttoo,Icantellyou,"wastheanswer.

           "Moveon,then."Andthebierwasliftedoncemore,andtheyproceeded.

           Theyadvancedfiftypacesfarther,andthenstoppedtoopenadoor,thenwentforwardagain.Thenoiseofthewavesdashingagainsttherocksonwhichthechateauisbuilt,reachedDantes’eardistinctlyastheywentforward.

           "Badweather!"observedoneofthebearers;"notapleasantnightforadipinthesea."

           "Why,yes,theabberunsachanceofbeingwet,"saidtheother;andthentherewasaburstofbrutallaughter.Dantesdidnotcomprehendthejest,buthishairstooderectonhishead.

           "Well,hereweareatlast,"saidoneofthem."Alittlefartheralittlefarther,"saidtheother."Youknowverywellthatthelastwasstoppedonhisway,dashedontherocks,andthegovernortoldusnextdaythatwewerecarelessfellows

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