Граф Монте-Крісто

The Dappled Grays.

           YourhorsesgotasfarasRanelagh,whentheydartedforwardlikemadthings,andgallopedawayatsofearfularate,thatthereseemednootherprospectformyselfandmypoorEdwardbutthatofbeingdashedtopiecesagainstthefirstobjectthatimpededtheirprogress,whenastrange-lookingmananArab,anegro,oraNubian,atleastablackofsomenationorotheratasignalfromthecount,whosedomesticheis,suddenlyseizedandstoppedtheinfuriatedanimals,evenattheriskofbeingtrampledtodeathhimself;andcertainlyhemusthavehadamostwonderfulescape.Thecountthenhastenedtous,andtookusintohishouse,wherehespeedilyrecalledmypoorEdwardtolife.Hesentushomeinhisowncarriage.Yourswillbereturnedtoyoutomorrow.Youwillfindyourhorsesinbadcondition,fromtheresultsofthisaccident;theyseemthoroughlystupefied,asifsulkyandvexedathavingbeenconqueredbyman.Thecount,however,hascommissionedmetoassureyouthattwoorthreedays’rest,withplentyofbarleyfortheirsolefoodduringthattime,willbringthembacktoasfine,thatisasterrifying,aconditionastheywereinyesterday.

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