Граф Монте-Крісто

The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian.

           "Welcomeamongus,yourexcellency,"hesaidtohim;"youheardwhatthecountjustsaid,andalsomyreply;letmeaddthatIwouldnotforthefourthousandpiastresatwhichIhadfixedyourfriend’sransom,thatthishadhappened."

           "But,"saidFranz,lookingroundhimuneasily,"whereistheViscount?Idonotseehim."

           "Nothinghashappenedtohim,Ihope,"saidthecountfrowningly.

           "Theprisoneristhere,"repliedVampa,pointingtothehollowspaceinfrontofwhichthebanditwasonguard,"andIwillgomyselfandtellhimheisfree."ThechiefwenttowardstheplacehehadpointedoutasAlbert’sprison,andFranzandthecountfollowedhim."Whatistheprisonerdoing?"inquiredVampaofthesentinel.

           "Mafoi,captain,"repliedthesentry,"Idonotknow;forthelasthourIhavenotheardhimstir."

           "Comein,yourexcellency,"saidVampa.ThecountandFranzascendedsevenoreightstepsafterthechief,whodrewbackaboltandopenedadoor.Then,bythegleamofalamp,similartothatwhichlightedthecolumbarium,Albertwastobeseenwrappedupinacloakwhichoneofthebanditshadlenthim,lyinginacornerinprofoundslumber."Come,"saidthecount,smilingwithhisownpeculiarsmile,"notsobadforamanwhoistobeshotatseveno’clocktomorrowmorning."VampalookedatAlbertwithakindofadmiration;hewasnotinsensibletosuchaproofofcourage.

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