Граф Монте-Крісто

The Presentation.

           "Thecountesspausedamoment;then,afteraslighthesitation,sheresumed"Youhaveseen,mydearAlbertIaskthequestionasamotheryouhaveseenM.deMonteCristoinhishouse,youarequicksighted,havemuchknowledgeoftheworld,moretactthanisusualatyourage,doyouthinkthecountisreallywhatheappearstobe?"

           "Whatdoesheappeartobe?"

           "Why,youhavejustsaidamanofhighdistinction."

           "Itoldyou,mydearmother,hewasesteemedsuch."

           "Butwhatisyourownopinion,Albert?"

           "ImusttellyouthatIhavenotcometoanydecidedopinionrespectinghim,butIthinkhimaMaltese."

           "Idonotaskyouofhisoriginbutwhatheis."

           "Ah,whatheis;thatisquiteanotherthing.Ihaveseensomanyremarkablethingsinhim,thatifyouwouldhavemereallysaywhatIthink,IshallreplythatIreallydolookuponhimasoneofByron’sheroes,whommiseryhasmarkedwithafatalbrand;someManfred,someLara,someWerner,oneofthosewrecks,asitwere,ofsomeancientfamily,who,disinheritedoftheirpatrimony,haveachievedonebytheforceoftheiradventurousgenius,whichhasplacedthemabovethelawsofsociety."

           "Yousay"—

           "IsaythatMonteCristoisanislandinthemidstoftheMediterranean,withoutinhabitantsorgarrison,theresortofsmugglersofallnations,andpiratesofeveryflag.

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