Граф Монте-Крісто

The Pont du Gard Inn.

           Ashesawtheabberisefromhisseatandgotowardsthedoor,asthoughtoascertainifhishorseweresufficientlyrefreshedtocontinuehisjourney,Caderousseandhiswifeexchangedlooksofdeepmeaning.

           "There,yousee,wife,"saidtheformer,"thissplendiddiamondmightallbeours,ifwechose!"

           "Doyoubelieveit?"

           "Why,surelyamanofhisholyprofessionwouldnotdeceiveus!"

           "Well,"repliedLaCarconte,"doasyoulike.Formypart,Iwashmyhandsoftheaffair."Sosaying,sheoncemoreclimbedthestaircaseleadingtoherchamber,herbodyconvulsedwithchills,andherteethrattlinginherhead,inspiteoftheintenseheatoftheweather.Arrivedatthetopstair,sheturnedround,andcalledout,inawarningtone,toherhusband,"Gaspard,considerwellwhatyouareabouttodo!"

           "Ihavebothreflectedanddecided,"answeredhe.LaCarcontethenenteredherchamber,theflooringofwhichcreakedbeneathherheavy,uncertaintread,assheproceededtowardsherarm-chair,intowhichshefellasthoughexhausted.

           "Well,"askedtheabbe,ashereturnedtotheapartmentbelow,"whathaveyoumadeupyourmindtodo?"

           "TotellyouallIknow,"wasthereply.

           "Icertainlythinkyouactwiselyinsodoing,"saidthepriest

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