Граф Монте-Крісто

The Fifth of September.

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           "But,"criedMorrel,"thispurseisnotyours!"Juliehandedtoherfatherthelettershehadreceivedinthemorning.

           "Anddidyougoalone?"askedMorrel,afterhehadreadit.

           "Emmanuelaccompaniedme,father.HewastohavewaitedformeatthecorneroftheRuedeMusee,but,strangetosay,hewasnottherewhenIreturned."

           "MonsieurMorrel!"exclaimedavoiceonthestairs.—"MonsieurMorrel!"

           "Itishisvoice!"saidJulie.AtthismomentEmmanuelentered,hiscountenancefullofanimationandjoy."ThePharaon!"hecried;"thePharaon!"

           "WhatwhatthePharaon!Areyoumad,Emmanuel?Youknowthevesselislost."

           "ThePharaon,sirtheysignalthePharaon!ThePharaonisenteringtheharbor!"Morrelfellbackinhischair,hisstrengthwasfailinghim;hisunderstandingweakenedbysuchevents,refusedtocomprehendsuchincredible,unheard-of,fabulousfacts.Buthissoncamein."Father,"criedMaximilian,"howcouldyousaythePharaonwaslost?Thelookouthassignalledher,andtheysaysheisnowcomingintoport."

           "Mydearfriends,"saidMorrel,"ifthisbeso,itmustbeamiracleofheaven!Impossible,impossible!"

           Butwhatwasrealandnotlessincrediblewasthepurseheheldinhishand,theacceptancereceiptedthesplendiddiamond.

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