Граф Монте-Крісто

Italy: Sinbad the Sailor.

           "

           "Thereissomethingverypeculiaraboutthischief,then?"

           "Listen,"saidGaetano,loweringhisvoice,"Idonotknowifwhattheysayistrue"hestoppedtoseeifanyonewasnear.

           "Whatdotheysay?"

           "ThatthischiefinhabitsacaverntowhichthePittiPalaceisnothing."

           "Whatnonsense!"saidFranz,reseatinghimself.

           "Itisnononsense;itisquitetrue.Cama,thepilotoftheSaintFerdinand,wentinonce,andhecamebackamazed,vowingthatsuchtreasureswereonlytobeheardofinfairytales."

           "Doyouknow,"observedFranz,"thatwithsuchstoriesyoumakemethinkofAliBaba’senchantedcavern?"

           "ItellyouwhatIhavebeentold."

           "Thenyouadvisemetoaccept?"

           "Oh,Idon’tsaythat;yourexcellencywilldoasyouplease;Ishouldbesorrytoadviseyouinthematter."Franzponderedthematterforafewmoments,concludedthatamansorichcouldnothaveanyintentionofplunderinghimofwhatlittlehehad,andseeingonlytheprospectofagoodsupper,accepted.Gaetanodepartedwiththereply.Franzwasprudent,andwishedtolearnallhepossiblycouldconcerninghishost.Heturnedtowardsthesailor,who,duringthisdialogue,hadsatgravelypluckingthepartridgeswiththeairofamanproudofhisoffice,andaskedhimhowthesemenhadlanded,asnovesselofanykindwasvisible.

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