Граф Монте-Кристо

The Rain of Blood.

           Tremblingandawe-struck,Caderoussehastilyshutthedoorandreturnedtohisguest,whileLaCarcontelightedacandlebythesmoulderingashesthatglimmeredonthehearth.‘Youmustbetired,’saidshetothejeweller;‘Ihavespreadapairofwhitesheetsonyourbed;goupwhenyouareready,andsleepwell.’

           "Joannesstayedforawhiletoseewhetherthestormseemedtoabateinitsfury,butabriefspaceoftimesufficedtoassurehimthat,insteadofdiminishing,theviolenceoftherainandthundermomentarilyincreased;resigninghimself,therefore,towhatseemedinevitable,hebadehishostgood-night,andmountedthestairs.HepassedovermyheadandIheardtheflooringcreakbeneathhisfootsteps.Thequick,eagerglanceofLaCarcontefollowedhimasheascended,whileCaderousse,onthecontrary,turnedhisback,andseemedmostanxiouslytoavoidevenglancingathim.

           "Allthesecircumstancesdidnotstrikemeaspainfullyatthetimeastheyhavesincedone;infact,allthathadhappened(withtheexceptionofthestoryofthediamond,whichcertainlydidwearanairofimprobability),appearednaturalenough,andcalledforneitherapprehensionnormistrust;but,wornoutasIwaswithfatigue,andfullypurposingtoproceedonwardsdirectlythetempestabated,Ideterminedtoobtainafewhours’sleep.

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