Граф Монте-Кристо

The Island of Tiboulen.

           Hewassafelysheltered,andyethefeltdizzyinthemidstofthewarringoftheelementsandthedazzlingbrightnessofthelightning.Itseemedtohimthattheislandtrembledtoitsbase,andthatitwould,likeavesselatanchor,breakmoorings,andbearhimoffintothecentreofthestorm.Hethenrecollectedthathehadnoteatenordrunkforfour-and-twentyhours.Heextendedhishands,anddrankgreedilyoftherainwaterthathadlodgedinahollowoftherock.

           Asherose,aflashoflightning,thatseemedtorivetheremotestheightsofheaven,illuminedthedarkness.Byitslight,betweentheIslandofLemaireandCapeCroiselle,aquarterofaleaguedistant,Dantessawafishing-boatdrivenrapidlylikeaspectrebeforethepowerofwindsandwaves.Asecondafter,hesawitagain,approachingwithfrightfulrapidity.Dantescriedatthetopofhisvoicetowarnthemoftheirdanger,buttheysawitthemselves.Anotherflashshowedhimfourmenclingingtotheshatteredmastandtherigging,whileafifthclungtothebrokenrudder.

           Themenhebeheldsawhimundoubtedly,fortheircrieswerecarriedtohisearsbythewind.Abovethesplinteredmastasailrenttotatterswaswaving;suddenlytheropesthatstillhelditgaveway,anditdisappearedinthedarknessofthenightlikeavastsea-bird.Atthesamemomentaviolentcrashwasheard,andcriesofdistress.Dantesfromhisrockyperchsawtheshatteredvessel,andamongthefragmentsthefloatingformsofthehaplesssailors.Thenallwasdarkagain.

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