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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  Then turning to Faria -- "I inquired if you are well fed?"said he.
2.  "Well, since we are not to sit down to table," said Debray,"take a glass of sherry, and tell us all about it."
3.  "But the mourning?" said Franz, hesitating.
4.  "Let us see the ground floor," said Caderousse.
5.  When seven o'clock came, Dantes' agony really began. Hishand placed upon his heart was unable to redress itsthrobbings, while, with the other he wiped the perspirationfrom his temples. From time to time chills ran through hiswhole body, and clutched his heart in a grasp of ice. Thenhe thought he was going to die. Yet the hours passed onwithout any unusual disturbance, and Dantes knew that he hadescaped the first peril. It was a good augury. At length,about the hour the governor had appointed, footsteps wereheard on the stairs. Edmond felt that the moment hadarrived, summoned up all his courage, held his breath, andwould have been happy if at the same time he could haverepressed the throbbing of his veins. The footsteps -- theywere double -- paused at the door -- and Dantes guessed thatthe two grave-diggers had come to seek him -- this idea wassoon converted into certainty, when he heard the noise theymade in putting down the hand-bier. The door opened, and adim light reached Dantes' eyes through the coarse sack thatcovered him; he saw two shadows approach his bed, a thirdremaining at the door with a torch in its hand. The two men,approaching the ends of the bed, took the sack by itsextremities.
6.  "Indeed?" said Albert.

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1.  "So that he is quite elated about it?"
2.  "You smile."
3.  "What next? My friend, you impose a painful task on me. Mustyou know all?"
4.  "Yes, but you have not this little staircase," said MonteCristo, opening a door concealed by the drapery. "Look atit, and tell me what you think of it."
5.  "Certainly, at your first request." The major's eyes dilatedwith pleasing astonishment. "But sit down," said MonteCristo; "really I do not know what I have been thinking of-- I have positively kept you standing for the last quarterof an hour."
6.  "What?"

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1.  "How imprudent," said Chateau-Renaud, "to come on horsebackto fight a duel with pistols, after all the instructions Ihad given him."
2.  "And he told you nothing?"
3.  "You must be mad, my friend," said the baroness.
4.  "Have you not slept?" said the jailer.
5.   "Yes." Noirtier raised his eyes, it was the sign agreed onbetween him and Valentine when he wanted anything.
6.  "Probably," said Monte Cristo with his imperturbabletranquillity.

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1.  "Young Edward!" A burst of laughter from the auditors didnot in the least disconcert the speaker, who continued, --"Yes, gentlemen; Edward, the infant phenomenon, who is quitean adept in the art of killing."
2.  "What was his name?"
3.  "He gave me one great proof of his sympathy, at any rate."
4、  "Ah, I have been running very fast, mademoiselle, but I mustdo M. Morrel the justice to say that he ran still faster."Noirtier directed their attention to a waiter, on which wasplaced a decanter containing lemonade and a glass. Thedecanter was nearly full, with the exception of a little,which had been already drunk by M. Noirtier.
5、  "Read." This word was pronounced in a manner impossible todescribe. Franz took the letter, and read: --

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  • 陈淑芝 08-03

      It was easy to discover that the delicate care of a mother,unwilling to part from her son, and yet aware that a youngman of the viscount's age required the full exercise of hisliberty, had chosen this habitation for Albert. There werenot lacking, however, evidences of what we may call theintelligent egoism of a youth who is charmed with theindolent, careless life of an only son, and who lives as itwere in a gilded cage. By means of the two windows lookinginto the street, Albert could see all that passed; the sightof what is going on is necessary to young men, who alwayswant to see the world traverse their horizon, even if thathorizon is only a public thoroughfare. Then, should anythingappear to merit a more minute examination, Albert de Morcerfcould follow up his researches by means of a small gate,similar to that close to the concierge's door, and whichmerits a particular description. It was a little entrancethat seemed never to have been opened since the house wasbuilt, so entirely was it covered with dust and dirt; butthe well-oiled hinges and locks told quite another story.This door was a mockery to the concierge, from whosevigilance and jurisdiction it was free, and, like thatfamous portal in the "Arabian Nights," opening at the"Sesame" of Ali Baba, it was wont to swing backward at acabalistic word or a concerted tap from without from thesweetest voices or whitest fingers in the world. At the endof a long corridor, with which the door communicated, andwhich formed the ante-chamber, was, on the right, Albert'sbreakfast-room, looking into the court, and on the left thesalon, looking into the garden. Shrubs and creeping plantscovered the windows, and hid from the garden and court thesetwo apartments, the only rooms into which, as they were onthe ground-floor, the prying eyes of the curious couldpenetrate. On the floor above were similar rooms, with theaddition of a third, formed out of the ante-chamber; thesethree rooms were a salon, a boudoir, and a bedroom. Thesalon down-stairs was only an Algerian divan, for the use ofsmokers. The boudoir up-stairs communicated with thebed-chamber by an invisible door on the staircase; it wasevident that every precaution had been taken. Above thisfloor was a large atelier, which had been increased in sizeby pulling down the partitions -- a pandemonium, in whichthe artist and the dandy strove for preeminence. There werecollected and piled up all Albert's successive caprices,hunting-horns, bass-viols, flutes -- a whole orchestra, forAlbert had had not a taste but a fancy for music; easels,palettes, brushes, pencils -- for music had been succeededby painting; foils, boxing-gloves, broadswords, andsingle-sticks -- for, following the example of thefashionable young men of the time, Albert de Morcerfcultivated, with far more perseverance than music anddrawing, the three arts that complete a dandy's education,i.e., fencing, boxing, and single-stick; and it was herethat he received Grisier, Cook, and Charles Leboucher. Therest of the furniture of this privileged apartment consistedof old cabinets, filled with Chinese porcelain and Japanesevases, Lucca della Robbia faience, and Palissy platters; ofold arm-chairs, in which perhaps had sat Henry IV. or Sully,Louis XIII. or Richelieu -- for two of these arm-chairs,adorned with a carved shield, on which were engraved thefleur-de-lis of France on an azure field evidently came fromthe Louvre, or, at least, some royal residence. Over thesedark and sombre chairs were thrown splendid stuffs, dyedbeneath Persia's sun, or woven by the fingers of the womenof Calcutta or of Chandernagor. What these stuffs did there,it was impossible to say; they awaited, while gratifying theeyes, a destination unknown to their owner himself; in themeantime they filled the place with their golden and silkyreflections. In the centre of the room was a Roller andBlanchet "baby grand" piano in rosewood, but holding thepotentialities of an orchestra in its narrow and sonorouscavity, and groaning beneath the weight of thechefs-d'oeuvre of Beethoven, Weber, Mozart, Haydn, Gretry,and Porpora. On the walls, over the doors, on the ceiling,were swords, daggers, Malay creeses, maces, battle-axes;gilded, damasked, and inlaid suits of armor; dried plants,minerals, and stuffed birds, their flame-colored wingsoutspread in motionless flight, and their beaks foreveropen. This was Albert's favorite lounging place.

  • 麦克·辛 08-03

      "My dear," said Madame de Villefort, who had just enteredthe room, "perhaps you exaggerate the evil."

  • 杨玉好 08-03

       "Why, what can be the use of mixing a woman up in theaffair? -- what can she do in it?"

  • 万崇伟 08-03

      "Ah, now I think of it, the Count of Monte Cristo cannotappear in the hall," said Beauchamp.

  • 刘璇 08-02

    {  "True," said Beauchamp; "I saw it in the paper. Who is thisCaderousse?"

  • 文强 08-01

      "And what of that? Is not a day divided into twenty-fourhours, each hour into sixty minutes, and every minutesub-divided into sixty seconds? Now in 86,400 seconds verymany things can be done."}

  • 罗富和 08-01

      "I stumbled over some object; I stooped to examine -- it wasthe second pistol, which had not gone off, probably from thepowder being wet. I approached the jeweller, who was notquite dead, and at the sound of my footsteps and thecreaking of the floor, he opened his eyes, fixed them on mewith an anxious and inquiring gaze, moved his lips as thoughtrying to speak, then, overcome by the effort, fell back andexpired. This appalling sight almost bereft me of my senses,and finding that I could no longer be of service to any onein the house, my only desire was to fly. I rushed towardsthe staircase, clutching my hair, and uttering a groan ofhorror. Upon reaching the room below, I found five or sixcustom-house officers, and two or three gendarmes -- allheavily armed. They threw themselves upon me. I made noresistance; I was no longer master of my senses. When Istrove to speak, a few inarticulate sounds alone escaped mylips.

  • 张景森 08-01

      "My name must rest unknown, -- merely say I am a Frenchmantravelling for pleasure." As soon as Gaetano had transmittedthis answer, the sentinel gave an order to one of the menseated round the fire, who rose and disappeared among therocks. Not a word was spoken, every one seemed occupied,Franz with his disembarkment, the sailors with their sails,the smugglers with their goat; but in the midst of all thiscarelessness it was evident that they mutually observed eachother. The man who had disappeared returned suddenly on theopposite side to that by which he had left; he made a signwith his head to the sentinel, who, turning to the boat,said, "S'accommodi." The Italian s'accommodi isuntranslatable; it means at once, "Come, enter, you arewelcome; make yourself at home; you are the master." It islike that Turkish phrase of Moliere's that so astonished thebourgeois gentleman by the number of things implied in itsutterance. The sailors did not wait for a second invitation;four strokes of the oar brought them to land; Gaetano sprangto shore, exchanged a few words with the sentinel, then hiscomrades disembarked, and lastly came Franz. One of his gunswas swung over his shoulder, Gaetano had the other, and asailor held his rifle; his dress, half artist, half dandy,did not excite any suspicion, and, consequently, nodisquietude. The boat was moored to the shore, and theyadvanced a few paces to find a comfortable bivouac; but,doubtless, the spot they chose did not suit the smuggler whofilled the post of sentinel, for he cried out, "Not thatway, if you please."

  • 刘浩龙 07-31

       Haidee answered with a heartrending expression, "Why shouldhe understand this, my sister? He is my master, and I am hisslave; he has the right to notice nothing."

  • 赵江明 07-29

    {  "How can you exist thus without any one to attach you tolife?"

  • 陈文龙 07-29

      "Why, you know, my dear fellow, when one has been accustomedto Malibran and Sontag, such singers as these don't make thesame impression on you they perhaps do on others."

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