Граф Монте-Крісто

The Morrel Family.

           "Thecount’scheeksbecamescarlet,andhecoughed,inordertohaveanexcuseforputtinghishandkerchieftohismouth."Thoseborntowealth,andwhohavethemeansofgratifyingeverywish,"saidEmmanuel,"knownotwhatistherealhappinessoflife,justasthosewhohavebeentossedonthestormywatersoftheoceanonafewfrailplankscanalonerealizetheblessingsoffairweather."

           MonteCristorose,andwithoutmakinganyanswer(forthetremulousnessofhisvoicewouldhavebetrayedhisemotion)walkedupanddowntheapartmentwithaslowstep.

           "Ourmagnificencemakesyousmile,count,"saidMaximilian,whohadfollowedhimwithhiseyes."No,no,"returnedMonteCristo,paleasdeath,pressingonehandonhishearttostillitsthrobbings,whilewiththeotherhepointedtoacrystalcover,beneathwhichasilkenpurselayonablackvelvetcushion."Iwaswonderingwhatcouldbethesignificanceofthispurse,withthepaperatoneendandthelargediamondattheother."

           "Count,"repliedMaximilian,withanairofgravity,"thoseareourmostpreciousfamilytreasures."

           "Thestoneseemsverybrilliant,"answeredthecount.

           "Oh,mybrotherdoesnotalludetoitsvalue,althoughithasbeenestimatedat100,000francs;hemeans,thatthearticlescontainedinthispursearetherelicsoftheangelIspokeofjustnow."

           "ThisIdonotcomprehend;andyetImaynotaskforanexplanation,madame,"repliedMonteCristobowing.

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