Граф Монте-Кристо

Peppino.

           "

           "Oh,"murmuredDanglars,"thatbedisprobablyoneofthecoffinshollowedinthewall,andthesleepIshallenjoywillbedeathfromoneoftheponiardsIseeglisteninginthedarkness."

           Fromtheirbedsofdriedleavesorwolf-skinsatthebackofthechambernowarosethecompanionsofthemanwhohadbeenfoundbyAlbertdeMorcerfreading"Caesar’sCommentaries,"andbyDanglarsstudyingthe"LifeofAlexander."Thebankerutteredagroanandfollowedhisguide;heneithersupplicatednorexclaimed.Henolongerpossessedstrength,will,power,orfeeling;hefollowedwheretheyledhim.Atlengthhefoundhimselfatthefootofastaircase,andhemechanicallyliftedhisfootfiveorsixtimes.Thenalowdoorwasopenedbeforehim,andbendinghisheadtoavoidstrikinghisforeheadheenteredasmallroomcutoutoftherock.Thecellwasclean,thoughempty,anddry,thoughsituatedatanimmeasurabledistanceundertheearth.Abedofdriedgrasscoveredwithgoat-skinswasplacedinonecorner.Danglarsbrighteneduponbeholdingit,fancyingthatitgavesomepromiseofsafety."Oh,Godbepraised,"hesaid;"itisarealbed!"

           "Ecco!"saidtheguide,andpushingDanglarsintothecell,heclosedthedooruponhim.AboltgratedandDanglarswasaprisoner.Iftherehadbeennobolt,itwouldhavebeenimpossibleforhimtopassthroughthemidstofthegarrisonwhoheldthecatacombsofSt.Sebastian,encampedroundamasterwhomourreadersmusthaverecognizedasthefamousLuigiVampa

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