Граф Монте-Крісто

The Vendetta.

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           "And,"askedthecount,"didyoueverknowthenameofthiswoman?"

           "No,excellency,"returnedBertuccio;"youwillseethatIhadnotimetolearnit."

           "Goon."

           "Thatevening,"continuedBertuccio,"Icouldhavekilledtheprocureur,butasIwasnotsufficientlyacquaintedwiththeneighborhood,Iwasfearfulofnotkillinghimonthespot,andthatifhiscrieswereoverheardImightbetaken;soIputitoffuntilthenextoccasion,andinorderthatnothingshouldescapeme,Itookachamberlookingintothestreetborderedbythewallofthegarden.Threedaysafter,aboutseveno’clockintheevening,Isawaservantonhorsebackleavethehouseatfullgallop,andtaketheroadtoSevres.IconcludedthathewasgoingtoVersailles,andIwasnotdeceived.Threehourslater,themanreturnedcoveredwithdust,hiserrandwasperformed,andtwominutesafter,anothermanonfoot,muffledinamantle,openedthelittledoorofthegarden,whichheclosedafterhim.Idescendedrapidly;althoughIhadnotseenVillefort’sface,Irecognizedhimbythebeatingofmyheart.Icrossedthestreet,andstoppedatapostplacedattheangleofthewall,andbymeansofwhichIhadoncebeforelookedintothegarden.ThistimeIdidnotcontentmyselfwithlooking,butItookmyknifeoutofmypocket,feltthatthepointwassharp,andsprangoverthewall.Myfirstcarewastoruntothedoor;hehadleftthekeyinit,takingthesimpleprecautionofturningittwiceinthelock.

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