Граф Монте-Крісто

The Pont du Gard Inn.

           

           "Youknewthepoorlad,then?"continuedCaderousse.

           "Iwascalledtoseehimonhisdyingbed,thatImightadministertohimtheconsolationsofreligion."

           "Andofwhatdidhedie?"askedCaderousseinachokingvoice.

           "Ofwhat,thinkyou,doyoungandstrongmendieinprison,whentheyhavescarcelynumberedtheirthirtiethyear,unlessitbeofimprisonment?"Caderoussewipedawaythelargebeadsofperspirationthatgatheredonhisbrow.

           "Butthestrangestpartofthestoryis,"resumedtheabbe,"thatDantes,eveninhisdyingmoments,sworebyhiscrucifiedRedeemer,thathewasutterlyignorantofthecauseofhisdetention."

           "Andsohewas,"murmuredCaderousse."Howshouldhehavebeenotherwise?Ah,sir,thepoorfellowtoldyouthetruth."

           "Andforthatreason,hebesoughtmetotryandclearupamysteryhehadneverbeenabletopenetrate,andtoclearhismemoryshouldanyfoulspotorstainhavefallenonit."

           Andherethelookoftheabbe,becomingmoreandmorefixed,seemedtorestwithill-concealedsatisfactiononthegloomydepressionwhichwasrapidlyspreadingoverthecountenanceofCaderousse.

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