Граф Монте-Крісто

The Vendetta.

           Andhedrewfromhispocketahandfulofgold,andhelditsparklingbeforethedazzledeyesoftheinnkeeper,andintheotherhandheheldapacketofbank-notes.

           "TherewasevidentlyaseverestruggleinthemindofCaderousse;itwasplainthatthesmallshagreencase,whichheturnedoverandoverinhishand,didnotseemtohimcommensurateinvaluetotheenormoussumwhichfascinatedhisgaze.Heturnedtowardshiswife.‘Whatdoyouthinkofthis?’heaskedinalowvoice.—‘Lethimhaveitlethimhaveit,’shesaid.‘IfhereturnstoBeaucairewithoutthediamond,hewillinformagainstus,and,ashesays,whoknowsifweshalleveragainseetheAbbeBusoni?inallprobabilityweshallneverseehim.’—‘Well,then,soIwill!’saidCaderousse;‘soyoumayhavethediamondfor45,000francs.Butmywifewantsagoldchain,andIwantapairofsilverbuckles.’Thejewellerdrewfromhispocketalongflatbox,whichcontainedseveralsamplesofthearticlesdemanded.‘Here,’hesaid,‘Iamverystraightforwardinmydealingstakeyourchoice.’Thewomanselectedagoldchainworthaboutfivelouis,andthehusbandapairofbuckles,worthperhapsfifteenfrancs.—‘Ihopeyouwillnotcomplainnow?’saidthejeweller.

           "‘Theabbetoldmeitwasworth50,000francs,’mutteredCaderousse.‘Come,comegiveittome!Whatastrangefellowyouare,’saidthejeweller,takingthediamondfromhishand.

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