Граф Монте-Крісто

The Rain of Blood.

           Ali,havingpointedtotheapartments,heldupthreefingersofhisrighthand,andthen,placingitbeneathhishead,shuthiseyes,andfeignedtosleep."Iunderstand,"saidMonteCristo,wellacquaintedwithAli’spantomime;"youmeantotellmethatthreefemaleattendantsawaittheirnewmistressinhersleeping-chamber."Ali,withconsiderableanimation,madeasignintheaffirmative.

           "Madamewillbetiredto-night,"continuedMonteCristo,"andwill,nodoubt,wishtorest.DesiretheFrenchattendantsnottowearyherwithquestions,butmerelytopaytheirrespectfuldutyandretire.YouwillalsoseethattheGreekservantsholdnocommunicationwiththoseofthiscountry."Hebowed.Justatthatmomentvoiceswereheardhailingtheconcierge.Thegateopened,acarriagerolleddowntheavenue,andstoppedatthesteps.Thecounthastilydescended,presentedhimselfatthealreadyopenedcarriagedoor,andheldouthishandtoayoungwoman,completelyenvelopedinagreensilkmantleheavilyembroideredwithgold.Sheraisedthehandextendedtowardshertoherlips,andkisseditwithamixtureofloveandrespect.SomefewwordspassedbetweentheminthatsonorouslanguageinwhichHomermakeshisgodsconverse.Theyoungwomanspokewithanexpressionofdeeptenderness,whilethecountrepliedwithanairofgentlegravity

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