Граф Монте-Крісто

The Pont du Gard Inn.

           "Whyshouldyoumeddlewithwhatdoesnotconcernyou?"

           Thetwomenturnedquickly,andsawthesicklycountenanceofLaCarcontepeeringbetweenthebalusterrails;attractedbythesoundofvoices,shehadfeeblydraggedherselfdownthestairs,and,seatedonthelowerstep,headonknees,shehadlistenedtotheforegoingconversation."Mindyourownbusiness,wife,"repliedCaderoussesharply."Thisgentlemanasksmeforinformation,whichcommonpolitenesswillnotpermitmetorefuse."

           "Politeness,yousimpleton!"retortedLaCarconte."Whathaveyoutodowithpoliteness,Ishouldliketoknow?Betterstudyalittlecommonprudence.Howdoyouknowthemotivesthatpersonmayhavefortryingtoextractallhecanfromyou?"

           "Ipledgeyoumyword,madam,"saidtheabbe,"thatmyintentionsaregood;andthatyouhusbandcanincurnorisk,providedheanswersmecandidly."

           "Ah,that’sallveryfine,"retortedthewoman."Nothingiseasierthantobeginwithfairpromisesandassurancesofnothingtofear;butwhenpoor,sillyfolks,likemyhusbandthere,havebeenpersuadedtotellalltheyknow,thepromisesandassurancesofsafetyarequicklyforgotten;andatsomemomentwhennobodyisexpectingit,beholdtroubleandmisery,andallsortsofpersecutions,areheapedontheunfortunatewretches,whocannotevenseewhencealltheirafflictionscome."

           "Nay,nay,mygoodwoman,makeyourselfperfectlyeasy,Ibegofyou.

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