Граф Монте-Крісто

The Story.

           "Well,"hesaid,"allyouhavetoldmeisperfectlytrue,then,andImaybelieveitineveryparticular."

           "See,sir,"repliedCaderousse,"inthiscornerisacrucifixinholywoodhereonthisshelfismywife’stestament;openthisbook,andIwillswearuponitwithmyhandonthecrucifix.Iwillsweartoyoubymysoul’ssalvation,myfaithasaChristian,Ihavetoldeverythingtoyouasitoccurred,andastherecordingangelwilltellittotheearofGodatthedayofthelastjudgment!"

           "’Tiswell,"saidtheabbe,convincedbyhismannerandtonethatCaderoussespokethetruth."’Tiswell,andmaythismoneyprofityou!Adieu;Igofarfrommenwhothussobitterlyinjureeachother."TheabbewithdifficultygotawayfromtheenthusiasticthanksofCaderousse,openedthedoorhimself,gotoutandmountedhishorse,oncemoresalutedtheinnkeeper,whokeptutteringhisloudfarewells,andthenreturnedbytheroadhehadtravelledincoming.WhenCaderousseturnedaround,hesawbehindhimLaCarconte,palerandtremblingmorethanever."Is,then,allthatIhaveheardreallytrue?"sheinquired.

           "What?Thathehasgiventhediamondtousonly?"inquiredCaderousse,halfbewilderedwithjoy;"yes,nothingmoretrue!See,hereitis."Thewomangazedatitamoment,andthensaid,inagloomyvoice,"Supposeit’sfalse?"Caderoussestartedandturnedpale."False!"hemuttered

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