Граф Монте-Кристо

The Catalans.

           Doyounotrememberhim?"

           "Yes!"saidDantes,andwithoutrelinquishingMercedeshandclaspedinoneofhisown,heextendedtheothertotheCatalanwithacordialair.ButFernand,insteadofrespondingtothisamiablegesture,remainedmuteandtrembling.EdmondthencasthiseyesscrutinizinglyattheagitatedandembarrassedMercedes,andthenagainonthegloomyandmenacingFernand.Thislooktoldhimall,andhisangerwaxedhot.

           "Ididnotknow,whenIcamewithsuchhastetoyou,thatIwastomeetanenemyhere."

           "Anenemy!"criedMercedes,withanangrylookathercousin."Anenemyinmyhouse,doyousay,Edmond!IfIbelievedthat,IwouldplacemyarmunderyoursandgowithyoutoMarseilles,leavingthehousetoreturntoitnomore."

           Fernand’seyedartedlightning."Andshouldanymisfortuneoccurtoyou,dearEdmond,"shecontinuedwiththesamecalmnesswhichprovedtoFernandthattheyounggirlhadreadtheveryinnermostdepthsofhissinisterthought,"ifmisfortuneshouldoccurtoyou,IwouldascendthehighestpointoftheCapedeMorgionandcastmyselfheadlongfromit."

           Fernandbecamedeadlypale."Butyouaredeceived,Edmond,"shecontinued."YouhavenoenemyherethereisnoonebutFernand,mybrother,whowillgraspyourhandasadevotedfriend."

           AndatthesewordstheyounggirlfixedherimperiouslookontheCatalan,who,asiffascinatedbyit,cameslowlytowardsEdmond,andofferedhimhishand.

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