Граф Монте-Кристо

Roman Bandits.

           Atthesixtiethminuteofthishour,ifthemoneyisnotforthcoming,heblowsouttheprisoner’sbrainswithapistol-shot,orplantshisdaggerinhisheart,andthatsettlestheaccount."

           "Well,Albert,"inquiredFranzofhiscompanion,"areyoustilldisposedtogototheColosseumbytheouterwall?"

           "Quiteso,"saidAlbert,"ifthewaybepicturesque."Theclockstrucknineasthedooropened,andacoachmanappeared."Excellencies,"saidhe,"thecoachisready."

           "Well,then,"saidFranz,"letustotheColosseum."

           "BythePortadelPopoloorbythestreets,yourexcellencies?"

           "Bythestreets,morbleu,bythestreets!"criedFranz.

           "Ah,mydearfellow,"saidAlbert,rising,andlightinghisthirdcigar,"really,Ithoughtyouhadmorecourage."Sosaying,thetwoyoungmenwentdownthestaircase,andgotintothecarriage.

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