Граф Монте-Крісто

The Rain of Blood.

           WhenIstrovetospeak,afewinarticulatesoundsaloneescapedmylips.

           "AsInoticedthesignificantmannerinwhichthewholepartypointedtomyblood-stainedgarments,Iinvoluntarilysurveyedmyself,andthenIdiscoveredthatthethickwarmdropsthathadsobedewedmeasIlaybeneaththestaircasemusthavebeenthebloodofLaCarconte.IpointedtothespotwhereIhadconcealedmyself.‘Whatdoeshemean?’askedagendarme.OneoftheofficerswenttotheplaceIdirected.‘Hemeans,’repliedthemanuponhisreturn,‘thathegotinthatway;’andheshowedtheholeIhadmadewhenIbrokethrough.

           "ThenIsawthattheytookmefortheassassin.Irecoveredforceandenergyenoughtofreemyselffromthehandsofthosewhoheldme,whileImanagedtostammerforth—‘Ididnotdoit!Indeed,indeedIdidnot!’Acoupleofgendarmesheldthemuzzlesoftheircarbinesagainstmybreast.—‘Stirbutastep,’saidthey,‘andyouareadeadman.’—‘Whyshouldyouthreatenmewithdeath,’criedI,‘whenIhavealreadydeclaredmyinnocence?’—‘Tush,tush,’criedthemen;‘keepyourinnocentstoriestotelltothejudgeatNimes.Meanwhile,comealongwithus;andthebestadvicewecangiveyouistodosounresistingly.’Alas,resistancewasfarfrommythoughts.Iwasutterlyoverpoweredbysurpriseandterror;andwithoutawordIsufferedmyselftobehandcuffedandtiedtoahorse’stail,andthustheytookmetoNimes.

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