Граф Монте-Крісто

The Pont du Gard Inn.

           Thereitlaystretchingoutintooneinterminablelineofdustandsand,withitssidesborderedbytall,meagretrees,altogetherpresentingsouninvitinganappearance,thatnooneinhissensescouldhaveimaginedthatanytraveller,atlibertytoregulatehishoursforjourneying,wouldchoosetoexposehimselfinsuchaformidableSahara.Nevertheless,hadCaderoussebutretainedhispostafewminuteslonger,hemighthavecaughtadimoutlineofsomethingapproachingfromthedirectionofBellegarde;asthemovingobjectdrewnearer,hewouldeasilyhaveperceivedthatitconsistedofamanandhorse,betweenwhomthekindestandmostamiableunderstandingappearedtoexist.ThehorsewasofHungarianbreed,andambledalongataneasypace.Hisriderwasapriest,dressedinblack,andwearingathree-corneredhat;and,spiteoftheardentraysofanoondaysun,thepaircameonwithafairdegreeofrapidity.

           HavingarrivedbeforethePontduGard,thehorsestopped,butwhetherforhisownpleasureorthatofhisriderwouldhavebeendifficulttosay.Howeverthatmighthavebeen,thepriest,dismounting,ledhissteedbythebridleinsearchofsomeplacetowhichhecouldsecurehim.Availinghimselfofahandlethatprojectedfromahalf-fallendoor,hetiedtheanimalsafelyandhavingdrawnaredcottonhandkerchief,fromhispocket,wipedawaytheperspirationthatstreamedfromhisbrow,then,advancingtothedoor,struckthricewiththeendofhisiron-shodstick.

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