Граф Монте-Крісто

The Catalans.

           AtthisFernandrecollectedherthreatofdyingifEdmonddied,anddroppedagainheavilyonhisseat.Danglarslookedatthetwomen,oneaftertheother,theonebrutalizedbyliquor,theotheroverwhelmedwithlove.

           "Ishallgetnothingfromthesefools,"hemuttered;"andIamverymuchafraidofbeingherebetweenadrunkardandacoward.Here’sanenviousfellowmakinghimselfboozyonwinewhenheoughttobenursinghiswrath,andhereisafoolwhoseesthewomanhelovesstolenfromunderhisnoseandtakesonlikeabigbaby.YetthisCatalanhaseyesthatglistenlikethoseofthevengefulSpaniards,Sicilians,andCalabrians,andtheotherhasfistsbigenoughtocrushanoxatoneblow.Unquestionably,Edmond’sstarisintheascendant,andhewillmarrythesplendidgirlhewillbecaptain,too,andlaughatusall,unless"—asinistersmilepassedoverDanglars’lips—"unlessItakeahandintheaffair,"headded.

           "Hallo!"continuedCaderousse,half-rising,andwithhisfistonthetable,"hallo,Edmond!doyounotseeyourfriends,orareyoutooproudtospeaktothem?"

           "No,mydearfellow!"repliedDantes,"Iamnotproud,butIamhappy,andhappinessblinds,Ithink,morethanpride."

           "Ah,verywell,that’sanexplanation!"saidCaderousse.

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