Граф Монте-Кристо

How a Gardener May Get Rid of the Dormice that Eat His Peaches

           Iamamachinethen,andnothingelse,andsolongasIwork,nothingmoreisrequiredofme."

           "Isitpossible,"saidMonteCristotohimself,"thatIcanhavemetwithamanthathasnoambition?Thatwouldspoilmyplans."

           "Sir,"saidthegardener,glancingatthesun-dial,"thetenminutesarealmostup;Imustreturntomypost.Willyougoupwithme?"

           "Ifollowyou."MonteCristoenteredthetower,whichwasdividedintothreestories.Thetowercontainedimplements,suchasspades,rakes,watering-pots,hungagainstthewall;thiswasallthefurniture.Thesecondwastheman’sconventionalabode,orrathersleeping-place;itcontainedafewpoorarticlesofhouseholdfurnitureabed,atable,twochairs,astonepitcherandsomedryherbs,hunguptotheceiling,whichthecountrecognizedassweetpease,andofwhichthegoodmanwaspreservingtheseeds;hehadlabelledthemwithasmuchcareasifhehadbeenmasterbotanistintheJardindesPlantes.

           "Doesitrequiremuchstudytolearntheartoftelegraphing?"askedMonteCristo.

           "Thestudydoesnottakelong;itwasactingasasupernumerarythatwassotedious."

           "Andwhatisthepay?"

           "Athousandfrancs,sir."

           "Itisnothing."

           "No;butthenwearelodged,asyouperceive."

           MonteCristolookedattheroom.Theypassedtothethirdstory;itwasthetelegraphroom.

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