Граф Монте-Крісто

The Breakfast.

           "EveryonelookedatMonteCristowithastonishment;hespokewithsomuchsimplicitythatitwasevidenthespokethetruth,orthathewasmad.However,thesightoftheemeraldmadethemnaturallyinclinetotheformerbelief."Andwhatdidthesetwosovereignsgiveyouinexchangeforthesemagnificentpresents?"askedDebray.

           "TheSultan,thelibertyofawoman,"repliedtheCount;"thePope,thelifeofaman;sothatonceinmylifeIhavebeenaspowerfulasifheavenhadbroughtmeintotheworldonthestepsofathrone."

           "AnditwasPeppinoyousaved,wasitnot?"criedMorcerf;"itwasforhimthatyouobtainedpardon?"

           "Perhaps,"returnedthecount,smiling.

           "Mydearcount,youhavenoideawhatpleasureitgivesmetohearyouspeakthus,"saidMorcerf."Ihadannouncedyoubeforehandtomyfriendsasanenchanterofthe‘ArabianNights,’awizardoftheMiddleAges;buttheParisiansaresosubtleinparadoxesthattheymistakeforcapricesoftheimaginationthemostincontestabletruths,whenthesetruthsdonotformapartoftheirdailyexistence.Forexample,hereisDebraywhoreads,andBeauchampwhoprints,everyday,‘AmemberoftheJockeyClubhasbeenstoppedandrobbedontheBoulevard;’‘fourpersonshavebeenassassinatedintheRueSt.Denis’or‘theFaubourgSt.

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