Граф Монте-Крісто

The Pont du Gard Inn.

           "

           "IlearnedsomuchatMarseilles,"repliedtheabbe,makingastrongefforttoappearindifferent;"butfromthelengthoftimethathaselapsedsincethedeathoftheelderDantes,Iwasunabletoobtainanyparticularsofhisend.Canyouenlightenmeonthatpoint?"

           "IdonotknowwhocouldifIcouldnot,"saidCaderousse."Why,Ilivedalmostonthesamefloorwiththepooroldman.Ah,yes,aboutayearafterthedisappearanceofhissonthepooroldmandied."

           "Ofwhatdidhedie?"

           "Why,thedoctorscalledhiscomplaintgastro-enteritis,Ibelieve;hisacquaintancessayhediedofgrief;butI,whosawhiminhisdyingmoments,Isayhediedof"—Caderoussepaused.

           "Ofwhat?"askedthepriest,anxiouslyandeagerly.

           "Why,ofdownrightstarvation."

           "Starvation!"exclaimedtheabbe,springingfromhisseat."Why,thevilestanimalsarenotsufferedtodiebysuchadeathasthat.Theverydogsthatwanderhouselessandhomelessinthestreetsfindsomepityinghandtocastthemamouthfulofbread;andthataman,aChristian,shouldbeallowedtoperishofhungerinthemidstofothermenwhocallthemselvesChristians,istoohorribleforbelief.Oh,itisimpossibleutterlyimpossible!"

           "WhatIhavesaid,Ihavesaid,"answeredCaderousse.

           "Andyouareafoolforhavingsaidanythingaboutit,"saidavoicefromthetopofthestairs.

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