Граф Монте-Крісто

The Catalans.

           Hishatred,likeapowerlessthoughfuriouswave,wasbrokenagainstthestrongascendancywhichMercedesexercisedoverhim.Scarcely,however,hadhetouchedEdmond’shandthanhefelthehaddoneallhecoulddo,andrushedhastilyoutofthehouse.

           "Oh,"heexclaimed,runningfuriouslyandtearinghishair—"Oh,whowilldelivermefromthisman?WretchedwretchedthatIam!"

           "Hallo,Catalan!Hallo,Fernand!whereareyourunningto?"exclaimedavoice.

           Theyoungmanstoppedsuddenly,lookedaroundhim,andperceivedCaderoussesittingattablewithDanglars,underanarbor.

           "Well",saidCaderousse,"whydon’tyoucome?Areyoureallyinsuchahurrythatyouhavenotimetopassthetimeofdaywithyourfriends?"

           "Particularlywhentheyhavestillafullbottlebeforethem,"addedDanglars.Fernandlookedatthembothwithastupefiedair,butdidnotsayaword.

           "Heseemsbesotted,"saidDanglars,pushingCaderoussewithhisknee."Arewemistaken,andisDantestriumphantinspiteofallwehavebelieved?"

           "Why,wemustinquireintothat,"wasCaderousse’sreply;andturningtowardstheyoungman,said,"Well,Catalan,can’tyoumakeupyourmind?"

           Fernandwipedawaytheperspirationsteamingfromhisbrow,andslowlyenteredthearbor,whoseshadeseemedtorestoresomewhatofcalmnesstohissenses,andwhosecoolnesssomewhatofrefreshmenttohisexhaustedbody.

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