Граф Монте-Крісто

The Catalans.

           Fernanddashedhisontheground.

           "Eh,eh,eh!"stammeredCaderousse."WhatdoIseedowntherebythewall,inthedirectionoftheCatalans?Look,Fernand,youreyesarebetterthanmine.IbelieveIseedouble.Youknowwineisadeceiver;butIshouldsayitwastwoloverswalkingsidebyside,andhandinhand.Heavenforgiveme,theydonotknowthatwecanseethem,andtheyareactuallyembracing!"

           DanglarsdidnotloseonepangthatFernandendured.

           "Doyouknowthem,Fernand?"hesaid.

           "Yes,"wasthereply,inalowvoice."ItisEdmondandMercedes!"

           "Ah,seethere,now!"saidCaderousse;"andIdidnotrecognizethem!Hallo,Dantes!hello,lovelydamsel!Comethisway,andletusknowwhentheweddingistobe,forFernandhereissoobstinatehewillnottellus."

           "Holdyourtongue,willyou?"saidDanglars,pretendingtorestrainCaderousse,who,withthetenacityofdrunkards,leanedoutofthearbor."Trytostandupright,andlettheloversmakelovewithoutinterruption.See,lookatFernand,andfollowhisexample;heiswell-behaved!"

           Fernand,probablyexcitedbeyondbearing,prickedbyDanglars,asthebullisbythebandilleros,wasabouttorushout;forhehadrisenfromhisseat,andseemedtobecollectinghimselftodashheadlonguponhisrival,whenMercedes,smilingandgraceful,liftedupherlovelyhead,andlookedatthemwithherclearandbrighteyes.

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