Граф Монте-Кристо

The House of Morrel & Son.

           Asforus,wewerethreedayswithoutanythingtoeatordrink,sothatwebegantothinkofdrawinglotswhoshouldfeedtherest,whenwesawLaGironde;wemadesignalsofdistress,sheperceivedus,madeforus,andtookusallonboard.Therenow,M.Morrel,that’sthewholetruth,onthehonorofasailor;isnotittrue,youfellowsthere?"Ageneralmurmurofapprobationshowedthatthenarratorhadfaithfullydetailedtheirmisfortunesandsufferings.

           "Well,well,"saidM.Morrel,"Iknowtherewasnooneinfaultbutdestiny.ItwasthewillofGodthatthisshouldhappen,blessedbehisname.Whatwagesareduetoyou?"

           "Oh,don’tletustalkofthat,M.Morrel."

           "Yes,butwewilltalkofit."

           "Well,then,threemonths,"saidPenelon.

           "Cocles,paytwohundredfrancstoeachofthesegoodfellows,"saidMorrel."Atanothertime,"addedhe,"Ishouldhavesaid,Givethem,besides,twohundredfrancsoverasapresent;buttimesarechanged,andthelittlemoneythatremainstomeisnotmyown."

           Penelonturnedtohiscompanions,andexchangedafewwordswiththem.

           "Asforthat,M.Morrel,"saidhe,againturninghisquid,"asforthat"

           "Asforwhat?"

           "Themoney."

           "Well"

           "Well,weallsaythatfiftyfrancswillbeenoughforusatpresent,andthatwewillwaitfortherest.

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