Граф Монте-Крісто

The Vendetta.

           ‘Igiveyou45,000francsthatis,2,500livresofincomeafortunesuchasIwishIhadmyself,andyouarenotsatisfied!’—‘Andthefiveandfortythousandfrancs,’inquiredCaderousseinahoarsevoice,‘wherearethey?Comeletusseethem.’—‘Heretheyare,’repliedthejeweller,andhecountedoutuponthetable15,000.francsingold,and30,000francsinbank-notes.

           "‘WaitwhileIlightthelamp,’saidLaCarconte;‘itisgrowingdark,andtheremaybesomemistake.’Infact,nighthadcomeonduringthisconversation,andwithnightthestormwhichhadbeenthreateningforthelasthalf-hour.Thethundergrowledinthedistance;butitwasapparentlynotheardbythejeweller,Caderousse,orLaCarconte,absorbedastheywereallthreewiththedemonofgain.Imyselffelt;astrangekindoffascinationatthesightofallthisgoldandallthesebank-notes;itseemedtomethatIwasinadream,and,asitalwayshappensinadream,Ifeltmyselfrivetedtothespot.Caderoussecountedandagaincountedthegoldandthenotes,thenhandedthemtohiswife,whocountedandcountedthemagaininherturn.Duringthistime,thejewellermadethediamondplayandsparkleinthelamplight,andthegemthrewoutjetsoflightwhichmadehimunmindfulofthosewhichprecursorsofthestormbegantoplayinatthewindows.‘Well,’inquiredthejeweller,‘isthecashallright?’

           "‘Yes,’saidCaderousse.‘Givemethepocket-book,LaCarconte,andfindabagsomewhere.

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