Граф Монте-Крісто

The Smugglers.

           Thenextmorninggoingondeck,ashealwaysdidatanearlyhour,thepatronfoundDantesleaningagainstthebulwarksgazingwithintenseearnestnessatapileofgraniterocks,whichtherisingsuntingedwithrosylight.ItwastheIslandofMonteCristo.TheYoungAmelialeftitthree-quartersofaleaguetothelarboard,andkeptonforCorsica.

           Dantesthought,astheypassedsocloselytotheislandwhosenamewassointerestingtohim,thathehadonlytoleapintotheseaandinhalfanhourbeatthepromisedland.Butthenwhatcouldhedowithoutinstrumentstodiscoverhistreasure,withoutarmstodefendhimself?Besides,whatwouldthesailorssay?Whatwouldthepatronthink?Hemustwait.

           Fortunately,Danteshadlearnedhowtowait;hehadwaitedfourteenyearsforhisliberty,andnowhewasfreehecouldwaitatleastsixmonthsorayearforwealth.Wouldhenothaveacceptedlibertywithoutrichesifithadbeenofferedtohim?Besides,werenotthosericheschimerical?offspringofthebrainofthepoorAbbeFaria,hadtheynotdiedwithhim?Itistrue,theletteroftheCardinalSpadawassingularlycircumstantial,andDantesrepeatedittohimself,fromoneendtotheother,forhehadnotforgottenaword.

           Eveningcame,andEdmondsawtheislandtingedwiththeshadesoftwilight,andthendisappearinthedarknessfromalleyesbuthisown,forhe,withvisionaccustomedtothegloomofaprison,continuedtobeholditlastofall,forheremainedaloneupondeck.

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