Граф Монте-Крісто

The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian.

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           "Oh,mydearcount,"saidAlbertgayly,arranginghiscravatandwristbands,"youarereallymostkind,andIhopeyouwillconsidermeasundereternalobligationstoyou,inthefirstplaceforthecarriage,andinthenextforthisvisit,"andheputouthishandtotheCount,whoshudderedashegavehisown,butwhoneverthelessdidgiveit.Thebanditgazedonthisscenewithamazement;hewasevidentlyaccustomedtoseehisprisonerstremblebeforehim,andyetherewasonewhosegaytemperamentwasnotforamomentaltered;asforFranz,hewasenchantedatthewayinwhichAlberthadsustainedthenationalhonorinthepresenceofthebandit."MydearAlbert,"hesaid,"ifyouwillmakehaste,weshallyethavetimetofinishthenightatTorlonia’s.Youmayconcludeyourinterruptedgalop,sothatyouwillowenoill-willtoSignorLuigi,whohas,indeed,throughoutthiswholeaffairactedlikeagentleman."

           "Youaredecidedlyright,andwemayreachthePalazzobytwoo’clock.SignorLuigi,"continuedAlbert,"isthereanyformalitytofulfilbeforeItakeleaveofyourexcellency?"

           "None,sir,"repliedthebandit,"youareasfreeasair."

           "Well,then,ahappyandmerrylifetoyou.Come,gentlemen,come."

           AndAlbert,followedbyFranzandthecount,descendedthestaircase,crossedthesquarechamber,wherestoodallthebandits,hatinhand."Peppino,"saidthebrigandchief,"givemethetorch.

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