Граф Монте-Крісто

The Breakfast.

           Thismanhasoftenmademeshudder;andonedaythatwewereviewinganexecution,IthoughtIshouldfaint,morefromhearingthecoldandcalmmannerinwhichhespokeofeverydescriptionoftorture,thanfromthesightoftheexecutionerandtheculprit."

           "DidhenotconductyoutotheruinsoftheColosseumandsuckyourblood?"askedBeauchamp.

           "Or,havingdeliveredyou,makeyousignaflamingparchment,surrenderingyoursoultohimasEsaudidhisbirth-right?"

           "Railon,railonatyourease,gentlemen,"saidMorcerf,somewhatpiqued."WhenIlookatyouParisians,idlersontheBoulevarddeGandortheBoisdeBoulogne,andthinkofthisman,itseemstomewearenotofthesamerace."

           "Iamhighlyflattered,"returnedBeauchamp."Atthesametime,"addedChateau–Renaud,"yourCountofMonteCristoisaveryfinefellow,alwaysexceptinghislittlearrangementswiththeItalianbanditti."

           "TherearenoItalianbanditti,"saidDebray.

           "Novampire,"criedBeauchamp."NoCountofMonteCristo"addedDebray."Thereishalf-pasttenstriking,Albert."

           "Confessyouhavedreamedthis,andletussitdowntobreakfast,"continuedBeauchamp.ButthesoundoftheclockhadnotdiedawaywhenGermainannounced,"HisexcellencytheCountofMonteCristo."TheinvoluntarystarteveryonegaveprovedhowmuchMorcerf’snarrativehadimpressedthem,andAlberthimselfcouldnotwhollyrefrainfrommanifestingsuddenemotion.

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