Граф Монте-Крісто

The Vendetta.

           ’—‘Particularlywhenthereismoneyinthehouse,eh?’answeredCaderousse,double-lockingthedoor.

           "Hecameintotheroom,wenttothecupboard,tookoutthebagandpocket-book,andbothbegan,forthethirdtime,tocounttheirgoldandbank-notes.Ineversawsuchanexpressionofcupidityastheflickeringlamprevealedinthosetwocountenances.Thewoman,especially,washideous;herusualfeverishtremulousnesswasintensified,hercountenancehadbecomelivid,andhereyesresembledburningcoals.‘Why,’sheinquiredinahoarsevoice,‘didyouinvitehimtosleephereto-night?’—‘Why?’saidCaderoussewithashudder;‘why,thathemightnothavethetroubleofreturningtoBeaucaire.’—‘Ah,’respondedthewoman,withanexpressionimpossibletodescribe;‘Ithoughtitwasforsomethingelse.’—‘Woman,womanwhydoyouhavesuchideas?’criedCaderousse;‘or,ifyouhavethem,whydon’tyoukeepthemtoyourself?’—‘Well,’saidLaCarconte,afteramoment’spause,‘youarenotaman.’—‘Whatdoyoumean?’addedCaderousse.—‘Ifyouhadbeenaman,youwouldnothavelethimgofromhere.’—‘Woman!’—‘OrelseheshouldnothavereachedBeaucaire.’—‘Woman!’—‘Theroadtakesaturnheisobligedtofollowitwhilealongsideofthecanalthereisashorterroad.’—‘Woman!youoffendthegoodGod

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