Граф Монте-Крісто

The Vendetta.

           Heheardmepatiently,andwhenIhadfinished,burstoutlaughing.

           "‘Areyoumad,uncle?’(hecalledmebythisnamewhenhewasingoodhumor);‘doyouthinkIamgoingtochangethelifeIleadforyourmodeofexistencemyagreeableindolenceforthehardandprecarioustoilyouimposeonyourself,exposedtothebitterfrostatnight,andthescorchingheatbyday,compelledtoconcealyourself,andwhenyouareperceived,receiveavolleyofbullets,alltoearnapaltrysum?Why,IhaveasmuchmoneyasIwant;motherAssuntaalwaysfurnishesmewhenIaskforit!YouseethatIshouldbeafooltoacceptyouroffer.’Thearguments,andhisaudacity,perfectlystupefiedme.Benedettorejoinedhisassociates,andIsawhimfromadistancepointmeouttothemasafool."

           "Sweetchild,"murmuredMonteCristo.

           "Oh,hadhebeenmyownson,"repliedBertuccio,"orevenmynephew,Iwouldhavebroughthimbacktotherightroad,fortheknowledgethatyouaredoingyourdutygivesyoustrength,buttheideathatIwasstrikingachildwhosefatherIhadkilled,madeitimpossibleformetopunishhim.Igavemysister,whoconstantlydefendedtheunfortunateboy,goodadvice,andassheconfessedthatshehadseveraltimesmissedmoneytoaconsiderableamount,Ishowedherasafeplaceinwhichtoconcealourlittletreasureforthefuture.Mymindwasalreadymadeup.Benedettocouldread,write,andcipherperfectly,forwhenthefitseizedhim,helearnedmoreinadaythanothersinaweek.

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