Граф Монте-Крісто

Italy: Sinbad the Sailor.

           Iampleasedwithoneplace,andstaythere;Igettiredofit,andleaveit;Iamfreeasabirdandhavewingslikeone;myattendantsobeymyslightestwish.SometimesIamusemyselfbydeliveringsomebanditorcriminalfromthebondsofthelaw.ThenIhavemymodeofdispensingjustice,silentandsure,withoutrespiteorappeal,whichcondemnsorpardons,andwhichnoonesees.Ah,ifyouhadtastedmylife,youwouldnotdesireanyother,andwouldneverreturntotheworldunlessyouhadsomegreatprojecttoaccomplishthere."

           "Revenge,forinstance!"observedFranz.

           Theunknownfixedontheyoungmanoneofthoselookswhichpenetrateintothedepthoftheheartandthoughts."Andwhyrevenge?"heasked.

           "Because,"repliedFranz,"youseemtomelikeamanwho,persecutedbysociety,hasafearfulaccounttosettlewithit."

           "Ah,"respondedSinbad,laughingwithhissingularlaughwhichdisplayedhiswhiteandsharpteeth."Youhavenotguessedrightly.SuchasyouseemeIam,asortofphilosopher,andonedayperhapsIshallgotoParistorivalMonsieurAppert,andthelittlemaninthebluecloak."

           "Andwillthatbethefirsttimeyouevertookthatjourney?"

           "Yes;itwill.Imustseemtoyoubynomeanscurious,butIassureyouthatitisnotmyfaultIhavedelayeditsolongitwillhappenonedayortheother.

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