Граф Монте-Крісто

The House of Morrel & Son.

           ‘Iwillblowthebrainsoutofthefirstmanwholeavesthepump,’saidhe."

           "Welldone!"saidtheEnglishman.

           "There’snothinggivesyousomuchcourageasgoodreasons,"continuedthesailor;"andduringthattimethewindhadabated,andtheseagonedown,butthewaterkeptrising;notmuch,onlytwoinchesanhour,butstillitrose.Twoinchesanhourdoesnotseemmuch,butintwelvehoursthatmakestwofeet,andthreewehadbefore,thatmakesfive.‘Come,’saidthecaptain,‘wehavedoneallinourpower,andM.Morrelwillhavenothingtoreproachuswith,wehavetriedtosavetheship,letusnowsaveourselves.Totheboats,mylads,asquickasyoucan.’Now,"continuedPenelon,"yousee,M.Morrel,asailorisattachedtohisship,butstillmoretohislife,sowedidnotwaittobetoldtwice;themoreso,thattheshipwassinkingunderus,andseemedtosay,‘Getalongsaveyourselves.’Wesoonlaunchedtheboat,andalleightofusgotintoit.Thecaptaindescendedlast,orrather,hedidnotdescend,hewouldnotquitthevessel;soItookhimroundthewaist,andthrewhimintotheboat,andthenIjumpedafterhim.Itwastime,forjustasIjumpedthedeckburstwithanoiselikethebroadsideofaman-of-war.Tenminutesaftershepitchedforward,thentheotherway,spunroundandround,andthengood-bytothePharaon.

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