Граф Монте-Крісто

The Island of Tiboulen.

           Hefanciedforamomentthathehadbeenshot,andlistenedforthereport;butheheardnothing.Thenheputouthishand,andencounteredanobstacleandwithanotherstrokeknewthathehadgainedtheshore.

           Beforehimroseagrotesquemassofrocks,thatresemblednothingsomuchasavastfirepetrifiedatthemomentofitsmostferventcombustion.ItwastheIslandofTiboulen.Dantesrose,advancedafewsteps,and,withaferventprayerofgratitude,stretchedhimselfonthegranite,whichseemedtohimsofterthandown.Then,inspiteofthewindandrain,hefellintothedeep,sweetsleepofutterexhaustion.AttheexpirationofanhourEdmondwasawakenedbytheroarofthunder.Thetempestwasletlooseandbeatingtheatmospherewithitsmightywings;fromtimetotimeaflashoflightningstretchedacrosstheheavenslikeafieryserpent,lightingupthecloudsthatrolledoninvastchaoticwaves.

           Danteshadnotbeendeceivedhehadreachedthefirstofthetwoislands,whichwas,infact,Tiboulen.Heknewthatitwasbarrenandwithoutshelter;butwhentheseabecamemorecalm,heresolvedtoplungeintoitswavesagain,andswimtoLemaire,equallyarid,butlarger,andconsequentlybetteradaptedforconcealment.

           Anoverhangingrockofferedhimatemporaryshelter,andscarcelyhadheavailedhimselfofitwhenthetempestburstforthinallitsfury.Edmondfeltthetremblingoftherockbeneathwhichhelay;thewaves,dashingthemselvesagainstit,wettedhimwiththeirspray.

Зміст книги
Налаштування
Фон сторінки
Розмір шрифту
Міжрядковий інтервал
Фразові дієслова
Показати / Приховати меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Сторінка 306 з 1932