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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "Well, that tends to confirm my own ideas," said Franz,"that the countess's suspicions were destitute alike ofsense and reason. Did he speak in your hearing? and did youcatch any of his words?"
2.  "How can I tell? You are questioning me like a king'sattorney. I only repeat what I have been told, and like myinformant I can do no more. The poor devil would eatnothing, from fear."
3.  There, seated before a walnut table he had brought with himfrom Hartwell, and to which, from one of those fancies notuncommon to great people, he was particularly attached, theking, Louis XVIII., was carelessly listening to a man offifty or fifty-two years of age, with gray hair,aristocratic bearing, and exceedingly gentlemanly attire,and meanwhile making a marginal note in a volume ofGryphius's rather inaccurate, but much sought-after, editionof Horace -- a work which was much indebted to the sagaciousobservations of the philosophical monarch.
4.  "No," interrupted Mercedes, "but I have seen him whom Iloved on the point of murdering my son." Mercedes utteredthese words with such deep anguish, with an accent of suchintense despair, that Monte Cristo could not restrain a sob.The lion was daunted; the avenger was conquered. "What doyou ask of me?" said he, -- "your son's life? Well, he shalllive!" Mercedes uttered a cry which made the tears startfrom Monte Cristo's eyes; but these tears disappeared almostinstantaneously, for, doubtless, God had sent some angel tocollect them -- far more precious were they in his eyes thanthe richest pearls of Guzerat and Ophir.
5.  "Ah, you see" --
6.  The night was rapidly approaching; and already, at the cryof "Moccoletti!" repeated by the shrill voices of a thousandvendors, two or three stars began to burn among the crowd.It was a signal. At the end of ten minutes fifty thousandlights glittered, descending from the Palazzo di Venezia tothe Piazza del Popolo, and mounting from the Piazzo delPopolo to the Palazzo di Venezia. It seemed like the fete ofjack-o'-lanterns. It is impossible to form any idea of itwithout having seen it. Suppose that all the stars haddescended from the sky and mingled in a wild dance on theface of the earth; the whole accompanied by cries that werenever heard in any other part of the world. The facchinofollows the prince, the Transteverin the citizen, every oneblowing, extinguishing, relighting. Had old AEolus appearedat this moment, he would have been proclaimed king of themoccoli, and Aquilo the heir-presumptive to the throne. Thisbattle of folly and flame continued for two hours; the Corsowas light as day; the features of the spectators on thethird and fourth stories were visible. Every five minutesAlbert took out his watch; at length it pointed to seven.The two friends were in the Via dei Pontefici. Albert sprangout, bearing his moccoletto in his hand. Two or three masksstrove to knock his moccoletto out of his hand; but Albert,a first-rate pugilist, sent them rolling in the street, oneafter the other, and continued his course towards the churchof San Giacomo. The steps were crowded with masks, whostrove to snatch each other's torches. Franz followed Albertwith his eyes, and saw him mount the first step. Instantly amask, wearing the well-known costume of a peasant woman,snatched his moccoletto from him without his offering anyresistance. Franz was too far off to hear what they said;but, without doubt, nothing hostile passed, for he sawAlbert disappear arm-in-arm with the peasant girl. Hewatched them pass through the crowd for some time, but atlength he lost sight of them in the Via Macello. Suddenlythe bell that gives the signal for the end of the carnivalsounded, and at the same instant all the moccoletti wereextinguished as if by enchantment. It seemed as though oneimmense blast of the wind had extinguished every one. Franzfound himself in utter darkness. No sound was audible savethat of the carriages that were carrying the maskers home;nothing was visible save a few lights that burnt behind thewindows. The Carnival was over.


1.  "Let go -- and clue up!" At this last command all the sailswere lowered, and the vessel moved almost imperceptiblyonwards.
2.  "With Madame Danglars?"
3.  * Louis David, a famous French painter.
4.  "But he met here M. Andrea Cavalcanti."
5.  "Explain yourself."
6.  "Unless you are blind, or have never been outside theharbor, you must know."


1.  "No one told me you were, but you have frequently been seenat the opera with a young and lovely woman."
2.  "Because, in the first place, they transfer from the vesselto their own boat whatever they think worth taking, thenthey bind the crew hand and foot, they attach to every one'sneck a four and twenty pound ball, a large hole is choppedin the vessel's bottom, and then they leave her. At the endof ten minutes the vessel begins to roll heavily and settledown. First one gun'l goes under, then the other. Then theylift and sink again, and both go under at once. All at oncethere's a noise like a cannon -- that's the air blowing upthe deck. Soon the water rushes out of the scupper-holeslike a whale spouting, the vessel gives a last groan, spinsround and round, and disappears, forming a vast whirlpool inthe ocean, and then all is over, so that in five minutesnothing but the eye of God can see the vessel where she liesat the bottom of the sea. Do you understand now," said thecaptain, "why no complaints are made to the government, andwhy the vessel never reaches port?"
3.  "I must learn where we are going. I will summon him hither."
4.  "There's what you want on that table," said the waiter.
5.   "Imbecile!" exclaimed La Carconte.
6.  "Danglars, as well as others."


1.  "Alas, alas, sir, have pity on me!"
2.  Valentine looked at M. d'Avrigny with astonishment, kissedher grandfather on the forehead, and left the room. Thedoctor closed the door after her with a gloomy air. "Look,look, doctor," said Villefort, "he is quite coming roundagain; I really do not think, after all, it is anything ofconsequence." M. d'Avrigny answered by a melancholy smile."How do you feel, Barrois?" asked he. "A little better,sir."
3.  "Not old Cavalcanti?"
4、  "Oh, no, for when I had taken out the thread I required, Ihemmed the edges over again."
5、  "Indeed, I did; and what does he mean by his news fromGreece?"




  • 蓝苹 08-05

      "A sailor."

  • 刘玲玲 08-05

      "No, monsieur, I do not know the writing, and yet it istolerably plain. Whoever did it writes well. I am veryfortunate," added he, looking gratefully at Villefort, "tobe examined by such a man as you; for this envious person isa real enemy." And by the rapid glance that the young man'seyes shot forth, Villefort saw how much energy lay hidbeneath this mildness.

  • 马印龙 08-05

       "But why are you so sure of his being the winner of theJockey Club prize?"

  • 斯科特 08-05

      Signor Pastrini drew from his fob a magnificent Breguet,bearing the name of its maker, of Parisian manufacture, anda count's coronet.

  • 陈秉 08-04

    {  "Sir!" exclaimed the young man, quite astounded, "I hope nofalse report" --

  • 李明冲 08-03

      "I must refer again to the club in the Rue Saint-Jacques."}

  • 库亚特 08-03

      "Nonsense," retorted the baroness; "you could not haveentertained any alarm on the subject, because you areperfectly well aware that I have had for a month in myservice the very best coachman in Paris. But, perhaps, youhave disposed of the coachman as well as the horses?"

  • 李子明 08-03

      "Let all be forgotten as a sorrowful dream," said Beauchamp;"let it vanish as the last sparks from the blackened paper,and disappear as the smoke from those silent ashes."

  • 陈冲穆 08-02

       "Well," said Danglars, "did you see him?"

  • 岳运生 07-31

    {  "Whither are you taking me?" asked he.

  • 仇惠栋 07-31

      "The moment you leave me, Valentine, I am alone in theworld. My sister is happily married; her husband is only mybrother-in-law, that is, a man whom the ties of social lifealone attach to me; no one then longer needs my uselesslife. This is what I shall do; I will wait until the verymoment you are married, for I will not lose the shadow ofone of those unexpected chances which are sometimes reservedfor us, since M. Franz may, after all, die before that time,a thunderbolt may fall even on the altar as you approach it,-- nothing appears impossible to one condemned to die, andmiracles appear quite reasonable when his escape from deathis concerned. I will, then, wait until the last moment, andwhen my misery is certain, irremediable, hopeless, I willwrite a confidential letter to my brother-in-law, another tothe prefect of police, to acquaint them with my intention,and at the corner of some wood, on the brink of some abyss,on the bank of some river, I will put an end to myexistence, as certainly as I am the son of the most honestman who ever lived in France."