Граф Монте-Крісто

The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian.

           Well,"continuedthecount,inatonethatmadeFranzshudder,"thisyounggentlemanisoneofmyfriendsthisyounggentlemanlodgesinthesamehotelasmyselfthisyounggentlemanhasbeenupanddowntheCorsoforeighthoursinmyprivatecarriage,andyet,Irepeattoyou,youhavecarriedhimoff,andconveyedhimhither,and,"addedthecount,takingtheletterfromhispocket,"youhavesetaransomonhim,asifhewereanutterstranger."

           "Whydidyounottellmeallthisyou?"inquiredthebrigandchief,turningtowardshismen,whoallretreatedbeforehislook."Whyhaveyoucausedmethustofailinmywordtowardsagentlemanlikethecount,whohasallourlivesinhishands?Byheavens,ifIthoughtoneofyouknewthattheyounggentlemanwasthefriendofhisexcellency,Iwouldblowhisbrainsoutwithmyownhand!"

           "Well,"saidthecount,turningtowardsFranz,"Itoldyoutherewassomemistakeinthis."

           "Areyounotalone?"askedVampawithuneasiness.

           "Iamwiththepersontowhomthisletterwasaddressed,andtowhomIdesiredtoprovethatLuigiVampawasamanofhisword.Come,yourexcellency,"thecountadded,turningtoFranz,"hereisLuigiVampa,whowillhimselfexpresstoyouhisdeepregretatthemistakehehascommitted."Franzapproached,thechiefadvancingseveralstepstomeethim.

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