Граф Монте-Крісто

The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian.

           

           "Whocomesthere?"criedthesentinel,whowaslessabstracted,andwhosawbythelamp-lightashadowapproachinghischief.Atthischallenge,Vamparosequickly,drawingatthesamemomentapistolfromhisgirdle.Inamomentallthebanditswereontheirfeet,andtwentycarbineswerelevelledatthecount."Well,"saidheinavoiceperfectlycalm,andnomuscleofhiscountenancedisturbed,"well,mydearVampa,itappearstomethatyoureceiveafriendwithagreatdealofceremony."

           "Groundarms,"exclaimedthechief,withanimperativesignofthehand,whilewiththeotherhetookoffhishatrespectfully;then,turningtothesingularpersonagewhohadcausedthisscene,hesaid,"Yourpardon,yourexcellency,butIwassofarfromexpectingthehonorofavisit,thatIdidnotreallyrecognizeyou."

           "Itseemsthatyourmemoryisequallyshortineverything,Vampa,"saidthecount,"andthatnotonlydoyouforgetpeople’sfaces,butalsotheconditionsyoumakewiththem."

           "WhatconditionshaveIforgotten,yourexcellency?"inquiredthebandit,withtheairofamanwho,havingcommittedanerror,isanxioustorepairit.

           "Wasitnotagreed,"askedthecount,"thatnotonlymyperson,butalsothatofmyfriends,shouldberespectedbyyou?"

           "AndhowhaveIbrokenthattreaty,yourexcellency?"

           "YouhavethiseveningcarriedoffandconveyedhithertheVicomteAlbertdeMorcerf.

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