Граф Монте-Кристо

The Breakfast.

           "

           "Yes,"saidMorrel,smiling,"itwasthe5thofSeptember,theanniversaryofthedayonwhichmyfatherwasmiraculouslypreserved;therefore,asfarasitliesinmypower,Iendeavortocelebrateitbysome"—

           "Heroicaction,"interruptedChateau–Renaud."Iwaschosen.Butthatisnotallafterrescuingmefromthesword,herescuedmefromthecold,notbysharinghiscloakwithme,likeSt.Martin,butbygivingmethewhole;thenfromhungerbysharingwithmeguesswhat?"

           "AStrasbourgpie?"askedBeauchamp.

           "No,hishorse;ofwhichweeachofusateaslicewithaheartyappetite.Itwasveryhard."

           "Thehorse?"saidMorcerf,laughing.

           "No,thesacrifice,"returnedChateau–Renaud;"askDebrayifhewouldsacrificehisEnglishsteedforastranger?"

           "Notforastranger,"saidDebray,"butforafriendImight,perhaps."

           "Idivinedthatyouwouldbecomemine,count,"repliedMorrel;"besides,asIhadthehonortotellyou,heroismornot,sacrificeornot,thatdayIowedanofferingtobadfortuneinrecompenseforthefavorsgoodfortunehadonotherdaysgrantedtous."

           "ThehistorytowhichM.Morrelalludes,"continuedChateau–Renaud,"isanadmirableone,whichhewilltellyousomedaywhenyouarebetteracquaintedwithhim;todayletusfillourstomachs,andnotourmemories.Whattimedoyoubreakfast,Albert?"

           "Athalf-pastten.

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