Граф Монте-Крісто

The House at Auteuil.

           "Alas,excellency,theevilhasarrived!"

           "M.Bertuccio,"saidthecount,"Iamverygladtotellyou,thatwhileyougesticulate,youwringyourhandsandrollyoureyeslikeamanpossessedbyadevilwhowillnotleavehim;andIhavealwaysobserved,thatthedevilmostobstinatetobeexpelledisasecret.IknewyouwereaCorsican.Iknewyouweregloomy,andalwaysbroodingoversomeoldhistoryofthevendetta;andIoverlookedthatinItaly,becauseinItalythosethingsarethoughtnothingof.ButinFrancetheyareconsideredinverybadtaste;therearegendarmeswhooccupythemselveswithsuchaffairs,judgeswhocondemn,andscaffoldswhichavenge."Bertuccioclaspedhishands,andas,inalltheseevolutions,hedidnotletfallthelantern,thelightshowedhispaleandalteredcountenance.MonteCristoexaminedhimwiththesamelookthat,atRome,hehadbentupontheexecutionofAndrea,andthen,inatonethatmadeashudderpassthroughtheveinsofthepoorsteward"TheAbbeBusoni,thentoldmeanuntruth,"saidhe,"when,afterhisjourneyinFrance,in1829,hesentyoutome,withaletterofrecommendation,inwhichheenumeratedallyourvaluablequalities.Well,Ishallwritetotheabbe;Ishallholdhimresponsibleforhisprotege’smisconduct,andIshallsoonknowallaboutthisassassination.OnlyIwarnyou,thatwhenIresideinacountry,Iconformtoallitscode,andIhavenowishtoputmyselfwithinthecompassoftheFrenchlawsforyoursake.

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