Граф Монте-Крісто

The Secret Cave.

           Anyoneelsewouldhaverushedonwithacryofjoy.Dantesturnedpale,hesitated,andreflected."Come,"saidhetohimself,"beaman.Iamaccustomedtoadversity.ImustnotbecastdownbythediscoverythatIhavebeendeceived.What,then,wouldbetheuseofallIhavesuffered?Theheartbreakswhen,afterhavingbeenelatedbyflatteringhopes,itseesallitsillusionsdestroyed.Fariahasdreamedthis;theCardinalSpadaburiednotreasurehere;perhapshenevercamehere,orifhedid,CaesarBorgia,theintrepidadventurer,thestealthyandindefatigableplunderer,hasfollowedhim,discoveredhistraces,pursuedthemasIhavedone,raisedthestone,anddescendingbeforeme,hasleftmenothing."Heremainedmotionlessandpensive,hiseyesfixedonthegloomyaperturethatwasopenathisfeet.

           "NowthatIexpectnothing,nowthatInolongerentertaintheslightesthopes,theendofthisadventurebecomessimplyamatterofcuriosity."Andheremainedagainmotionlessandthoughtful.

           "Yes,yes;thisisanadventureworthyaplaceinthevariedcareerofthatroyalbandit.Thisfabulouseventformedbutalinkinalongchainofmarvels.Yes,Borgiahasbeenhere,atorchinonehand,aswordintheother,andwithintwentypaces,atthefootofthisrock,perhapstwoguardskeptwatchonlandandsea,whiletheirmasterdescended,asIamabouttodescend,dispellingthedarknessbeforehisawe-inspiringprogress.

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