Граф Монте-Крісто

The Fifth of September.

           "Theyoungladyrushedoutoftheapartment,butonthefirststepofthestaircaseshefoundamanholdingaletterinhishand.

           "AreyounotMademoiselleJulieMorrel?"inquiredtheman,withastrongItalianaccent.

           "Yes,sir,"repliedJuliewithhesitation;"whatisyourpleasure?Idonotknowyou."

           "Readthisletter,"hesaid,handingittoher.Juliehesitated."Itconcernsthebestinterestsofyourfather,"saidthemessenger.

           Theyounggirlhastilytooktheletterfromhim.Sheopeneditquicklyandread:

           "GothismomenttotheAlleesdeMeillan,enterthehouseNo.15,asktheporterforthekeyoftheroomonthefifthfloor,entertheapartment,takefromthecornerofthemantelpieceapursenettedinredsilk,andgiveittoyourfather.Itisimportantthatheshouldreceiveitbeforeeleveno’clock.Youpromisedtoobeymeimplicitly.Rememberyouroath.

           "SinbadtheSailor."

           Theyounggirlutteredajoyfulcry,raisedhereyes,lookedroundtoquestionthemessenger,buthehaddisappeared.Shecasthereyesagainoverthenotetoperuseitasecondtime,andsawtherewasapostscript.Sheread:

           "Itisimportantthatyoushouldfulfilthismissioninpersonandalone.Ifyougoaccompaniedbyanyotherperson,orshouldanyoneelsegoinyourplace,theporterwillreplythathedoesnotknowanythingaboutit."

           Thispostscriptdecreasedgreatlytheyounggirl’shappiness.

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