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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "What is the matter, Barrois?" said Valentine. The old mandid not answer, but looked at his master with wild staringeyes, while with his cramped hand he grasped a piece offurniture to enable him to stand upright. "He is going tofall!" cried Morrel. The rigors which had attacked Barroisgradually increased, the features of the face became quitealtered, and the convulsive movement of the muscles appearedto indicate the approach of a most serious nervous disorder.Noirtier, seeing Barrois in this pitiable condition, showedby his looks all the various emotions of sorrow and sympathywhich can animate the heart of man. Barrois made some stepstowards his master.
2.  "And have you any recollection of your country?"
3.  "And he will be guillotined, will be not?" said Caderousse."Promise me that, and I will die with that hope."
4.  "Yes, monsieur, a most excellent sister."
5.  "I promise you. Au revoir, Albert. Gentlemen, good morning."
6.  "Count, may I suggest one idea to you?"


1.  "But," said the Englishman, "this looks very much like asuspension of payment."
2.  "Why, of downright starvation."
3.  "And had you been captain, should you have retained him inhis employment?"
4.  "None."
5.  "What has just happened."
6.  "Two or three times a week. To-morrow, for instance, he isgoing to spend the day and night there."


1.  "Ah, sir," replied Caderousse, "we cannot console those whowill not be consoled, and he was one of these; besides, Iknow not why, but he seemed to dislike seeing me. One night,however, I heard his sobs, and I could not resist my desireto go up to him, but when I reached his door he was nolonger weeping but praying. I cannot now repeat to you, sir,all the eloquent words and imploring language he made useof; it was more than piety, it was more than grief, and I,who am no canter, and hate the Jesuits, said then to myself,`It is really well, and I am very glad that I have not anychildren; for if I were a father and felt such excessivegrief as the old man does, and did not find in my memory orheart all he is now saying, I should throw myself into thesea at once, for I could not bear it.'"
2.  It was easy to ascertain this; but how could he risk thequestion? It was easy to call his jailer's attention to thenoise, and watch his countenance as he listened; but mighthe not by this means destroy hopes far more important thanthe short-lived satisfaction of his own curiosity?Unfortunately, Edmond's brain was still so feeble that hecould not bend his thoughts to anything in particular.
3.  "I did not tell your excellency this to deter you from yourproject," replied Gaetano, "but you questioned me, and Ihave answered; that's all."
4.  Dantes, meanwhile, went on his way. Each step he trodoppressed his heart with fresh emotion; his first and mostindelible recollections were there; not a tree, not astreet, that he passed but seemed filled with dear andcherished memories. And thus he proceeded onwards till hearrived at the end of the Rue de Noailles, from whence afull view of the Allees de Meillan was obtained. At thisspot, so pregnant with fond and filial remembrances, hisheart beat almost to bursting, his knees tottered under him,a mist floated over his sight, and had he not clung forsupport to one of the trees, he would inevitably have fallento the ground and been crushed beneath the many vehiclescontinually passing there. Recovering himself, however, hewiped the perspiration from his brows, and stopped not againtill he found himself at the door of the house in which hisfather had lived.
5.   "Explain yourself."
6.  "M. Morrel has always been exceedingly kind to me," repliedDantes.


1.  "You mean a mischance."
2.  "You perceive, then, that he is not happy?" said the count."Yes," replied the young woman; "and fear much that he findsour home but a dull one."
3.  "Yes."
4、  Franz had by degrees become accustomed to the count'spallor, which had so forcibly struck him at their firstmeeting. He could not refrain from admiring the severebeauty of his features, the only defect, or rather theprincipal quality of which was the pallor. Truly, a Byronichero! Franz could not, we will not say see him, but eventhink of him without imagining his stern head upon Manfred'sshoulders, or beneath Lara's helmet. His forehead was markedwith the line that indicates the constant presence of bitterthoughts; he had the fiery eyes that seem to penetrate tothe very soul, and the haughty and disdainful upper lip thatgives to the words it utters a peculiar character thatimpresses them on the minds of those to whom they areaddressed. The count was no longer young. He was at leastforty; and yet it was easy to understand that he was formedto rule the young men with whom he associated at present.And, to complete his resemblance with the fantastic heroesof the English poet, the count seemed to have the power offascination. Albert was constantly expatiating on their goodfortune in meeting such a man. Franz was less enthusiastic;but the count exercised over him also the ascendency astrong mind always acquires over a mind less domineering. Hethought several times of the project the count had ofvisiting Paris; and he had no doubt but that, with hiseccentric character, his characteristic face, and hiscolossal fortune, he would produce a great effect there. Andyet he did not wish to be at Paris when the count was there.The evening passed as evenings mostly pass at Italiantheatres; that is, not in listening to the music, but inpaying visits and conversing. The Countess G---- wished torevive the subject of the count, but Franz announced he hadsomething far newer to tell her, and, in spite of Albert'sdemonstrations of false modesty, he informed the countess ofthe great event which had preoccupied them for the lastthree days. As similar intrigues are not uncommon in Italy,if we may credit travellers, the comtess did not manifestthe least incredulity, but congratulated Albert on hissuccess. They promised, upon separating, to meet at the Dukeof Bracciano's ball, to which all Rome was invited. Theheroine of the bouquet kept her word; she gave Albert nosign of her existence the morrow or the day after.
5、  "Did I not tell you just now that I was rich, Maximilian --too rich? I possess nearly 50,000 livres in right of mymother; my grandfather and my grandmother, the Marquis andMarquise de Saint-Meran, will leave me as much, and M.Noirtier evidently intends making me his heir. My brotherEdward, who inherits nothing from his mother, will,therefore, be poor in comparison with me. Now, if I hadtaken the veil, all this fortune would have descended to myfather, and, in reversion, to his son."




  • 梅天磬 08-07

      "Fifty thousand francs for being your father? I would havedone it for half that, for twenty thousand, for fifteenthousand; why did you not think of me, ungrateful man?"

  • 张玉峰 08-07

      "And if we do overtake him?"

  • 涂赤红 08-07

       "Vampa put the two sequins haughtily into his pocket, andslowly returned by the way he had gone. As he came withintwo or three hundred paces of the grotto, he thought heheard a cry. He listened to know whence this sound couldproceed. A moment afterwards he thought he heard his ownname pronounced distinctly. The cry proceeded from thegrotto. He bounded like a chamois, cocking his carbine as hewent, and in a moment reached the summit of a hill oppositeto that on which he had perceived the traveller. Three criesfor help came more distinctly to his ear. He cast his eyesaround him and saw a man carrying off Teresa, as Nessus, thecentaur, carried Dejanira. This man, who was hasteningtowards the wood, was already three-quarters of the way onthe road from the grotto to the forest. Vampa measured thedistance; the man was at least two hundred paces in advanceof him, and there was not a chance of overtaking him. Theyoung shepherd stopped, as if his feet had been rooted tothe ground; then he put the butt of his carbine to hisshoulder, took aim at the ravisher, followed him for asecond in his track, and then fired. The ravisher stoppedsuddenly, his knees bent under him, and he fell with Teresain his arms. The young girl rose instantly, but the man layon the earth struggling in the agonies of death. Vampa thenrushed towards Teresa; for at ten paces from the dying manher legs had failed her, and she had dropped on her knees,so that the young man feared that the ball that had broughtdown his enemy, had also wounded his betrothed. Fortunately,she was unscathed, and it was fright alone that had overcomeTeresa. When Luigi had assured himself that she was safe andunharmed, he turned towards the wounded man. He had justexpired, with clinched hands, his mouth in a spasm of agony,and his hair on end in the sweat of death. His eyes remainedopen and menacing. Vampa approached the corpse, andrecognized Cucumetto. From the day on which the bandit hadbeen saved by the two young peasants, he had been enamouredof Teresa, and had sworn she should be his. From that timehe had watched them, and profiting by the moment when herlover had left her alone, had carried her off, and believedhe at length had her in his power, when the ball, directedby the unerring skill of the young herdsman, had pierced hisheart. Vampa gazed on him for a moment without betraying theslightest emotion; while, on the contrary, Teresa,shuddering in every limb, dared not approach the slainruffian but by degrees, and threw a hesitating glance at thedead body over the shoulder of her lover. Suddenly Vampaturned toward his mistress: -- `Ah,' said he -- `good, good!You are dressed; it is now my turn to dress myself.'

  • 周锦堂 08-07

      "Stop," said Albert, "here he comes. I shall complimentMademoiselle Danglars on her cameo, while the father talksto you."

  • 阿塔扎兹·哈桑·班加西 08-06

    {  "Patience," said the abbe, in a tone which made the dyingman shudder; "have patience!" Caderousse looked at him withamazement. "Besides," said the abbe, "God is merciful toall, as he has been to you; he is first a father, then ajudge."

  • 苏福伦 08-05

      "Will you promise me not to repeat a single word of what Iam about to tell you?"}

  • 崔岱耿 08-05

      "Humiliating as such a confession is, I am. But I dined atM. de Villefort's, and lawyers always give you very baddinners. You would think they felt some remorse; did youever remark that?"

  • 蒋娅娅 08-05

      "Indeed, count," said Morrel, shuddering; "what has put thisinto your head?"

  • 郭树忠 08-04

       "Yes, of you."

  • 古德伍德 08-02

    {  "Listen," continued the abbe. "When you had betrayed yourfriend God began not to strike, but to warn you. Povertyovertook you. You had already passed half your life incoveting that which you might have honorably acquired; andalready you contemplated crime under the excuse of want,when God worked a miracle in your behalf, sending you, by myhands, a fortune -- brilliant, indeed, for you, who hadnever possessed any. But this unexpected, unhoped-for,unheard-of fortune sufficed you no longer when you oncepossessed it; you wished to double it, and how? -- by amurder! You succeeded, and then God snatched it from you,and brought you to justice."

  • 吴德银 08-02

      "Yes. Your position as secretary to the minister rendersyour authority great on the subject of political news; younever open your mouth but the stockbrokers immediatelystenograph your words. Cause her to lose a hundred thousandfrancs, and that would teach her prudence."