Граф Монте-Кристо

The Pont du Gard Inn.

           ‘Thethirdofmyfriends,althoughmyrival,wasmuchattachedtomehisnamewasFernand;thatofmybetrothedwas’—Stay,stay,"continuedtheabbe,"Ihaveforgottenwhathecalledher."

           "Mercedes,"saidCaderousseeagerly.

           "True,"saidtheabbe,withastifledsigh,"Mercedesitwas."

           "Goon,"urgedCaderousse.

           "Bringmeacarafeofwater,"saidtheabbe.

           Caderoussequicklyperformedthestranger’sbidding;andafterpouringsomeintoaglass,andslowlyswallowingitscontents,theabbe,resuminghisusualplacidityofmanner,said,asheplacedhisemptyglassonthetable"Wheredidweleaveoff?"

           "ThenameofEdmond’sbetrothedwasMercedes."

           "Tobesure.‘YouwillgotoMarseilles,’saidDantesforyouunderstand,Irepeathiswordsjustasheutteredthem.Doyouunderstand?"

           "Perfectly."

           "‘Youwillsellthisdiamond;youwilldividethemoneyintofiveequalparts,andgiveanequalportiontothesegoodfriends,theonlypersonswhohavelovedmeuponearth.’"

           "Butwhyintofiveparts?"askedCaderousse;"youonlymentionedfourpersons."

           "Becausethefifthisdead,asIhear.ThefifthsharerinEdmond’sbequest,washisownfather."

           "Tootrue,tootrue!"ejaculatedCaderousse,almostsuffocatedbythecontendingpassionswhichassailedhim,"thepooroldmandiddie.

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