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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "Yes. Who wrote for particulars concerning my father?"
2.  "A rope-ladder and some tools?"
3.  "Yes." said Villefort; "but I warn M. d'Epinay, that duringmy life-time my father's will shall never be questioned, myposition forbidding any doubt to be entertained."
4.  The court of Saint-Bernard has its own particular apartmentfor the reception of guests; it is a long rectangle, dividedby two upright gratings placed at a distance of three feetfrom one another to prevent a visitor from shaking handswith or passing anything to the prisoners. It is a wretched,damp, nay, even horrible spot, more especially when weconsider the agonizing conferences which have taken placebetween those iron bars. And yet, frightful though this spotmay be, it is looked upon as a kind of paradise by the menwhose days are numbered; it is so rare for them to leave theLions' Den for any other place than the barrierSaint-Jacques or the galleys!
5.  "No doubt; but in the meantime?"
6.  "Yes, doctor," cried Villefort, clutching his hair, "yes!"


1.  "The young peasant girl, at first timid and scared, soonrecovered herself. We have said that Teresa was handsome,but this is not all; Teresa was endowed with all those wildgraces which are so much more potent than our affected andstudied elegancies. She had almost all the honors of thequadrille, and if she were envious of the Count ofSan-Felice's daughter, we will not undertake to say thatCarmela was not jealous of her. And with overpoweringcompliments her handsome cavalier led her back to the placewhence he had taken her, and where Luigi awaited her. Twiceor thrice during the dance the young girl had glanced atLuigi, and each time she saw that he was pale and that hisfeatures were agitated, once even the blade of his knife,half drawn from its sheath, had dazzled her eyes with itssinister glare. Thus, it was almost tremblingly that sheresumed her lover's arm. The quadrille had been mostperfect, and it was evident there was a great demand for arepetition, Carmela alone objecting to it, but the Count ofSan-Felice besought his daughter so earnestly, that sheacceded. One of the cavaliers then hastened to inviteTeresa, without whom it was impossible for the quadrille tobe formed, but the young girl had disappeared. The truthwas, that Luigi had not felt the strength to support anothersuch trial, and, half by persuasion and half by force, hehad removed Teresa toward another part of the garden. Teresahad yielded in spite of herself, but when she looked at theagitated countenance of the young man, she understood by hissilence and trembling voice that something strange waspassing within him. She herself was not exempt from internalemotion, and without having done anything wrong, yet fullycomprehended that Luigi was right in reproaching her. Why,she did not know, but yet she did not the less feel thatthese reproaches were merited. However, to Teresa's greatastonishment, Luigi remained mute, and not a word escapedhis lips the rest of the evening. When the chill of thenight had driven away the guests from the gardens, and thegates of the villa were closed on them for the festain-doors, he took Teresa quite away, and as he left her ather home, he said, --
2.  About two o'clock the following day a calash, drawn by apair of magnificent English horses, stopped at the door ofMonte Cristo and a person, dressed in a blue coat, withbuttons of a similar color, a white waistcoat, over whichwas displayed a massive gold chain, brown trousers, and aquantity of black hair descending so low over his eyebrowsas to leave it doubtful whether it were not artificial solittle did its jetty glossiness assimilate with the deepwrinkles stamped on his features -- a person, in a word,who, although evidently past fifty, desired to be taken fornot more than forty, bent forwards from the carriage door,on the panels of which were emblazoned the armorial bearingsof a baron, and directed his groom to inquire at theporter's lodge whether the Count of Monte Cristo residedthere, and if he were within. While waiting, the occupant ofthe carriage surveyed the house, the garden as far as hecould distinguish it, and the livery of servants who passedto and fro, with an attention so close as to be somewhatimpertinent. His glance was keen but showed cunning ratherthan intelligence; his lips were straight, and so thin that,as they closed, they were drawn in over the teeth; hischeek-bones were broad and projecting, a never-failing proofof audacity and craftiness; while the flatness of hisforehead, and the enlargement of the back of his skull,which rose much higher than his large and coarsely shapedears, combined to form a physiognomy anything butprepossessing, save in the eyes of such as considered thatthe owner of so splendid an equipage must needs be all thatwas admirable and enviable, more especially when they gazedon the enormous diamond that glittered in his shirt, and thered ribbon that depended from his button-hole.
3.  "And you are breaking your promise!" interrupted MonteCristo.
4.  "And you shall be alone," replied the young man. "I willawait you at the corner of the Rue de Musee, and if you areso long absent as to make me uneasy, I will hasten to rejoinyou, and woe to him of whom you shall have cause to complainto me!"
5.  "Oh, yes," replied Andrea, laughing.
6.  "It was the end of September; the wind blew violently. Thefaint glimpses of the pale moon, hidden momentarily bymasses of dark clouds that were sweeping across the sky,whitened the gravel walks that led to the house, but wereunable to pierce the obscurity of the thick shrubberies, inwhich a man could conceal himself without any fear ofdiscovery. I hid myself in the one nearest to the pathVillefort must take, and scarcely was I there when, amidstthe gusts of wind, I fancied I heard groans; but you know,or rather you do not know, your excellency, that he who isabout to commit an assassination fancies that he hears lowcries perpetually ringing in his ears. Two hours passedthus, during which I imagined I heard moans repeatedly.Midnight struck. As the last stroke died away, I saw a faintlight shine through the windows of the private staircase bywhich we have just descended. The door opened, and the manin the mantle reappeared. The terrible moment had come, butI had so long been prepared for it that my heart did notfail in the least. I drew my knife from my pocket again,opened it, and made ready to strike. The man in the mantleadvanced towards me, but as he drew near I saw that he had aweapon in his hand. I was afraid, not of a struggle, but ofa failure. When he was only a few paces from me, I saw thatwhat I had taken for a weapon was only a spade. I was stillunable to divine for what reason M. de Villefort had thisspade in his hands, when he stopped close to the thicketwhere I was, glanced round, and began to dig a hole in theearth. I then perceived that he was hiding something underhis mantle, which he laid on the grass in order to dig morefreely. Then, I confess, curiosity mingled with hatred; Iwished to see what Villefort was going to do there, and Iremained motionless, holding my breath. Then an idea crossedmy mind, which was confirmed when I saw the procureur liftfrom under his mantle a box, two feet long, and six or eightinches deep. I let him place the box in the hole he hadmade, then, while he stamped with his feet to remove alltraces of his occupation, I rushed on him and plunged myknife into his breast, exclaiming, -- `I am GiovanniBertuccio; thy death for my brother's; thy treasure for hiswidow; thou seest that my vengeance is more complete than Ihad hoped.' I know not if he heard these words; I think hedid not, for he fell without a cry. I felt his blood gushover my face, but I was intoxicated, I was delirious, andthe blood refreshed, instead of burning me. In a second Ihad disinterred the box; then, that it might not be known Ihad done so, I filled up the hole, threw the spade over thewall, and rushed through the door, which I double-locked,carrying off the key."


1.  "Then listen to me." Franz then related to his friend thehistory of his excursion to the Island of Monte Cristo andof his finding a party of smugglers there, and the twoCorsican bandits with them. He dwelt with considerable forceand energy on the almost magical hospitality he had receivedfrom the count, and the magnificence of his entertainment inthe grotto of the "Thousand and One Nights." He recounted,with circumstantial exactitude, all the particulars of thesupper, the hashish, the statues, the dream, and how, at hisawakening, there remained no proof or trace of all theseevents, save the small yacht, seen in the distant horizondriving under full sail toward Porto-Vecchio. Then hedetailed the conversation overheard by him at the Colosseum,between the count and Vampa, in which the count had promisedto obtain the release of the bandit Peppino, -- anengagement which, as our readers are aware, he mostfaithfully fulfilled. At last he arrived at the adventure ofthe preceding night, and the embarrassment in which he foundhimself placed by not having sufficient cash by six or sevenhundred piastres to make up the sum required, and finally ofhis application to the count and the picturesque andsatisfactory result that followed. Albert listened with themost profound attention. "Well," said he, when Franz hadconcluded, "what do you find to object to in all you haverelated? The count is fond of travelling, and, being rich,possesses a vessel of his own. Go but to Portsmouth orSouthampton, and you will find the harbors crowded with theyachts belonging to such of the English as can afford theexpense, and have the same liking for this amusement. Now,by way of having a resting-place during his excursions,avoiding the wretched cookery -- which has been trying itsbest to poison me during the last four months, while youhave manfully resisted its effects for as many years, -- andobtaining a bed on which it is possible to slumber, MonteCristo has furnished for himself a temporary abode where youfirst found him; but, to prevent the possibility of theTuscan government taking a fancy to his enchanted palace,and thereby depriving him of the advantages naturallyexpected from so large an outlay of capital, he has wiselyenough purchased the island, and taken its name. Just askyourself, my good fellow, whether there are not many personsof our acquaintance who assume the names of lands andproperties they never in their lives were masters of?"
2.  Cocles remained in M. Morrel's service, and a most singularchange had taken place in his position; he had at the sametime risen to the rank of cashier, and sunk to the rank of aservant. He was, however, the same Cocles, good, patient,devoted, but inflexible on the subject of arithmetic, theonly point on which he would have stood firm against theworld, even against M. Morrel; and strong in themultiplication-table, which he had at his fingers' ends, nomatter what scheme or what trap was laid to catch him. Inthe midst of the disasters that befell the house, Cocles wasthe only one unmoved. But this did not arise from a want ofaffection; on the contrary, from a firm conviction. Like therats that one by one forsake the doomed ship even before thevessel weighs anchor, so all the numerous clerks had bydegrees deserted the office and the warehouse. Cocles hadseen them go without thinking of inquiring the cause oftheir departure. Everything was as we have said, a questionof arithmetic to Cocles, and during twenty years he hadalways seen all payments made with such exactitude, that itseemed as impossible to him that the house should stoppayment, as it would to a miller that the river that had solong turned his mill should cease to flow.
3.  Monte Cristo sprang lightly from the carriage, and offeredhis hand to assist Emmanuel and Maximilian. The latterretained the count's hand between his. "I like," said he,"to feel a hand like this, when its owner relies on thegoodness of his cause."
4.  "Me?" The former sign was repeated. "Are you displeased withme?" cried Valentine in astonishment. M. Noirtier againclosed his eyes. "And what have I done, dear grandpapa, thatyou should be angry with me?" cried Valentine.
5.   "A lesson?"
6.  "I recommend you to be prudent."


1.  "Ah, monsieur," returned Julie, "it is treason in my brotherto bring you thus, but he never has any regard for his poorsister. Penelon, Penelon!" An old man, who was diggingbusily at one of the beds, stuck his spade in the earth, andapproached, cap in hand, striving to conceal a quid oftobacco he had just thrust into his cheek. A few locks ofgray mingled with his hair, which was still thick andmatted, while his bronzed features and determined glancewell suited an old sailor who had braved the heat of theequator and the storms of the tropics. "I think you hailedme, Mademoiselle Julie?" said he. Penelon had stillpreserved the habit of calling his master's daughter"Mademoiselle Julie," and had never been able to change thename to Madame Herbault. "Penelon," replied Julie, "go andinform M. Emmanuel of this gentleman's visit, and Maximilianwill conduct him to the salon." Then, turning to MonteCristo, -- "I hope you will permit me to leave you for a fewminutes," continued she; and without awaiting any reply,disappeared behind a clump of trees, and escaped to thehouse by a lateral alley.
2.  "Ma foi, yes; though he was in his own element."
3.  "I must tell you that I have not come to any decided opinionrespecting him, but I think him a Maltese."
4、  "I will go," continued Maximilian, "I will seek M. Franzd'Epinay -- I am happy to be able to mention this inMademoiselle de Villefort's absence -- and will conductmyself toward him so as to compel him to challenge me."Noirtier's look continued to interrogate. "You wish to knowwhat I will do?"
5、  "Come in," said Monte Cristo with a voice that betrayed notthe least emotion; and immediately Beauchamp appeared."Good-evening, M. Beauchamp," said Monte Cristo, as if thiswas the first time he had seen the journalist that evening;"be seated."




  • 邵为民 08-05

      "What is it?"

  • 刘茹 08-05

      "Shall I give these papers to M. de Villefort?"

  • 路易斯·保罗 08-05

       It cannot be wondered at that his mind, generally socourageous, but now disturbed by the two strongest humanpassions, love and fear, was weakened even to the indulgenceof superstitious thoughts. Although it was impossible thatValentine should see him, hidden as he was, he thought heheard the shadow at the window call him; his disturbed mindtold him so. This double error became an irresistiblereality, and by one of the incomprehensible transports ofyouth, he bounded from his hiding-place, and with twostrides, at the risk of being seen, at the risk of alarmingValentine, at the risk of being discovered by someexclamation which might escape the young girl, he crossedthe flower-garden, which by the light of the moon resembleda large white lake, and having passed the rows oforange-trees which extended in front of the house, hereached the step, ran quickly up and pushed the door, whichopened without offering any resistance. Valentine had notseen him. Her eyes, raised towards heaven, were watching asilvery cloud gliding over the azure, its form that of ashadow mounting towards heaven. Her poetic and excited mindpictured it as the soul of her grandmother.

  • 邝亦平 08-05

      "Nevertheless, it is quite true; still, I agree with you inthinking that my present ignorance of the first city inEurope is a reproach to me in every way, and calls forimmediate correction; but, in all probability, I should haveperformed so important, so necessary a duty, as that ofmaking myself acquainted with the wonders and beauties ofyour justly celebrated capital, had I known any person whowould have introduced me into the fashionable world, butunfortunately I possessed no acquaintance there, and, ofnecessity, was compelled to abandon the idea."

  • 姜智英 08-04

    {  "Ah, yes; what could I say?"

  • 普昌 08-03

      "He awaits the answer?"}

  • 陈兴根 08-03

      "Yes, that is true; but I should not have recollected it ifyou had not reminded me."

  • 李珏 08-03

      "What happened during the night?" asked Beauchamp ofChateau-Renaud; "we appear to make a very sorry figurehere."

  • 刘旌 08-02

       "And did you go alone?" asked Morrel, after he had read it.

  • 廉励业 07-31

    {  "You know the history of the pasha of Yanina, do you not?"

  • 罗尔·邓 07-31

      "What, is it you, Edmond, back again?" said he, with a broadMarseillaise accent, and a grin that displayed hisivory-white teeth.