Граф Монте-Кристо

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

           "

           "Sir,unlessyouforceme"

           "IthinkIcaneffectuallyforceyou;"andMonteCristodrewanotherpacketfromhispocket."Herearetenthousandmorefrancs,"hesaid,"withthefifteenthousandalreadyinyourpocket,theywillmaketwenty-fivethousand.Withfivethousandyoucanbuyaprettylittlehousewithtwoacresofland;theremainingtwentythousandwillbringyouinathousandfrancsayear."

           "Agardenwithtwoacresofland!"

           "Andathousandfrancsayear."

           "Oh,heavens!"

           "Come,takethem,"andMonteCristoforcedthebank-notesintohishand.

           "WhatamItodo?"

           "Nothingverydifficult."

           "Butwhatisit?"

           "Torepeatthesesigns."MonteCristotookapaperfromhispocket,uponwhichweredrawnthreesigns,withnumberstoindicatetheorderinwhichtheyweretobeworked.

           "There,youseeitwillnottakelong."

           "Yes;but"

           "Dothis,andyouwillhavenectarinesandalltherest."Theshottold;redwithfever,whilethelargedropsfellfromhisbrow,themanexecuted,oneaftertheother,thethreesignsgivenbythecount,inspiteofthefrightfulcontortionsoftheright-handcorrespondent,who,notunderstandingthechange,begantothinkthegardenerhadgonemad.Astotheleft-handone,heconscientiouslyrepeatedthesamesignals,whichwerefinallytransmittedtotheMinisteroftheInterior.

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