Граф Монте-Кристо

The Room of the Retired Baker.

           "

           Andreaexamineditcarefully,toascertainiftheletterhadbeenopened,orifanyindiscreeteyeshadseenitscontents;butitwassocarefullyfolded,thatnoonecouldhavereadit,andthesealwasperfect."Verywell,"saidhe."Poorman,heisaworthycreature."Helefttheportertoponderonthesewords,notknowingwhichmosttoadmire,themasterortheservant."Takeoutthehorsesquickly,andcomeuptome,"saidAndreatohisgroom.IntwosecondstheyoungmanhadreachedhisroomandburntCaderousse’sletter.Theservantenteredjustashehadfinished."Youareaboutmyheight,Pierre,"saidhe.

           "Ihavethathonor,yourexcellency."

           "Youhadanewliveryyesterday?"

           "Yes,sir."

           "Ihaveanengagementwithaprettylittlegirlforthisevening,anddonotwishtobeknown;lendmeyourliverytilltomorrow.Imaysleep,perhaps,ataninn."Pierreobeyed.Fiveminutesafter,Andrealeftthehotel,completelydisguised,tookacabriolet,andorderedthedrivertotakehimtotheChevalRouge,atPicpus.ThenextmorningheleftthatinnashehadlefttheHoteldesPrinces,withoutbeingnoticed,walkeddowntheFaubourgSt.Antoine,alongtheboulevardtoRueMenilmontant,andstoppingatthedoorofthethirdhouseontheleftlookedforsomeoneofwhomtomakeinquiryintheporter’sabsence."Forwhomareyoulooking,myfinefellow?"askedthefruiteressontheoppositeside.

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