Граф Монте-Кристо

The Past.

           "Sir,"hesaid,"youhavemadeamistake;youhavegivenmegold."

           "Iknowit."Theconciergelookeduponthecountwithsurprise."Sir,"hecried,scarcelyabletobelievehisgoodfortune—"sir,Icannotunderstandyourgenerosity!"

           "Oh,itisverysimple,mygoodfellow;Ihavebeenasailor,andyourstorytouchedmemorethanitwouldothers."

           "Then,sir,sinceyouaresoliberal,Ioughttoofferyousomething."

           "Whathaveyoutooffertome,myfriend?Shells?Straw-work?Thankyou!"

           "No,sir,neitherofthose;somethingconnectedwiththisstory."

           "Really?Whatisit?"

           "Listen,"saidtheguide;"Isaidtomyself,‘Somethingisalwaysleftinacellinhabitedbyoneprisonerforfifteenyears,’soIbegantosoundthewall."

           "Ah,"criedMonteCristo,rememberingtheabbe’stwohiding-places.

           "Aftersomesearch,Ifoundthatthefloorgaveahollowsoundneartheheadofthebed,andatthehearth."

           "Yes,"saidthecount,"yes."

           "Iraisedthestones,andfound"—

           "Arope-ladderandsometools?"

           "Howdoyouknowthat?"askedtheguideinastonishment.

           "IdonotknowIonlyguessit,becausethatsortofthingisgenerallyfoundinprisoners’cells."

           "Yes,sir,arope-ladderandtools.

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