Граф Монте-Кристо

The Rain of Blood.

           ‘There,there,’saidLaCarconte;‘doyouhearthat?uponmyword,youdidwelltocomeback.’‘Nevertheless,’repliedthejeweller,‘ifbythetimeIhavefinishedmysupperthetempesthasatallabated,Ishallmakeanotherstart.’‘It’sthemistral,’saidCaderousse,‘anditwillbesuretolasttilltomorrowmorning.’Hesighedheavily.‘Well,’saidthejeweller,asheplacedhimselfattable,‘allIcansayis,somuchtheworseforthosewhoareabroad.’‘Yes,’chimedinLaCarconte,‘theywillhaveawretchednightofit.’

           "Thejewellerbeganeatinghissupper,andthewoman,whowasordinarilysoquerulousandindifferenttoallwhoapproachedher,wassuddenlytransformedintothemostsmilingandattentivehostess.Hadtheunhappymanonwhomshelavishedherassiduitiesbeenpreviouslyacquaintedwithher,sosuddenanalterationmightwellhaveexcitedsuspicioninhismind,oratleasthavegreatlyastonishedhim.Caderousse,meanwhile,continuedtopacetheroomingloomysilence,sedulouslyavoidingthesightofhisguest;butassoonasthestrangerhadcompletedhisrepast,theagitatedinn-keeperwenteagerlytothedoorandopenedit.‘Ibelievethestormisover,’saidhe.Butasiftocontradicthisstatement,atthatinstantaviolentclapofthunderseemedtoshakethehousetoitsveryfoundation,whileasuddengustofwind,mingledwithrain,extinguishedthelampheheldinhishand.

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