Граф Монте-Крісто

The Breakfast.

           Ienduredtherainduringtheday,andthecoldduringthenighttolerablywell,butthethirdmorningmyhorsediedofcold.Poorbruteaccustomedtobecoveredupandtohaveastoveinthestable,theArabianfindshimselfunabletobeartendegreesofcoldinArabia."

           "That’swhyyouwanttopurchasemyEnglishhorse,"saidDebray,"youthinkhewillbearthecoldbetter."

           "Youaremistaken,forIhavemadeavownevertoreturntoAfrica."

           "Youwereverymuchfrightened,then?"askedBeauchamp.

           "Well,yes,andIhadgoodreasontobeso,"repliedChateau–Renaud."Iwasretreatingonfoot,formyhorsewasdead.SixArabscameup,fullgallop,tocutoffmyhead.Ishottwowithmydouble-barrelledgun,andtwomorewithmypistols,butIwasthendisarmed,andtwowerestillleft;oneseizedmebythehair(thatiswhyInowwearitsoshort,fornooneknowswhatmayhappen),theotherswungayataghan,andIalreadyfeltthecoldsteelonmyneck,whenthisgentlemanwhomyouseeherechargedthem,shottheonewhoheldmebythehair,andclefttheskulloftheotherwithhissabre.Hehadassignedhimselfthetaskofsavingaman’slifethatday;chancecausedthatmantobemyself.WhenIamrichIwillorderastatueofChancefromKlagmannorMarochetti.

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