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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "A Lutheran?"
2.  Now, listen, Albert. Twenty-four years ago I returned, proudand joyful, to my country. I had a betrothed, Albert, alovely girl whom I adored, and I was bringing to mybetrothed a hundred and fifty louis, painfully amassed byceaseless toil. This money was for her; I destined it forher, and, knowing the treachery of the sea I buried ourtreasure in the little garden of the house my father livedin at Marseilles, on the Allees de Meillan. Your mother,Albert, knows that poor house well. A short time since Ipassed through Marseilles, and went to see the old place,which revived so many painful recollections; and in theevening I took a spade and dug in the corner of the gardenwhere I had concealed my treasure. The iron box was there --no one had touched it -- under a beautiful fig-tree myfather had planted the day I was born, which overshadowedthe spot. Well, Albert, this money, which was formerlydesigned to promote the comfort and tranquillity of thewoman I adored, may now, through strange and painfulcircumstances, be devoted to the same purpose. Oh, feel forme, who could offer millions to that poor woman, but whoreturn her only the piece of black bread forgotten under mypoor roof since the day I was torn from her I loved. You area generous man, Albert, but perhaps you may be blinded bypride or resentment; if you refuse me, if you ask anotherfor what I have a right to offer you, I will say it isungenerous of you to refuse the life of your mother at thehands of a man whose father was allowed by your father todie in all the horrors of poverty and despair.
3.  "Andrea?"
4.  "Oh," said Albert with all the cajolery of which he wascapable. "You surely will not do that, my dear count?"
5.  "He is the cause of all this misery -- I am quite sure ofit," whispered Caderousse, who had never taken his eyes offFernand, to Danglars.
6.  "Well, you know he reigned over a rich valley which wasoverhung by the mountain whence he derived his picturesquename. In this valley were magnificent gardens planted byHassen-ben-Sabah, and in these gardens isolated pavilions.Into these pavilions he admitted the elect, and there, saysMarco Polo, gave them to eat a certain herb, whichtransported them to Paradise, in the midst of ever-bloomingshrubs, ever-ripe fruit, and ever-lovely virgins. What thesehappy persons took for reality was but a dream; but it was adream so soft, so voluptuous, so enthralling, that they soldthemselves body and soul to him who gave it to them, andobedient to his orders as to those of a deity, struck downthe designated victim, died in torture without a murmur,believing that the death they underwent was but a quicktransition to that life of delights of which the holy herb,now before you had given them a slight foretaste."


1.  "And you really believe the result would be still more surewith us than in the East, and in the midst of our fogs andrains a man would habituate himself more easily than in awarm latitude to this progressive absorption of poison?"
2.  Any one who had quitted Marseilles a few years previously,well acquainted with the interior of Morrel's warehouse, andhad returned at this date, would have found a great change.Instead of that air of life, of comfort, and of happinessthat permeates a flourishing and prosperous businessestablishment -- instead of merry faces at the windows, busyclerks hurrying to and fro in the long corridors -- insteadof the court filled with bales of goods, re-echoing with thecries and the jokes of porters, one would have immediatelyperceived all aspect of sadness and gloom. Out of all thenumerous clerks that used to fill the deserted corridor andthe empty office, but two remained. One was a young man ofthree or four and twenty, who was in love with M. Morrel'sdaughter, and had remained with him in spite of the effortsof his friends to induce him to withdraw; the other was anold one-eyed cashier, called "Cocles," or "Cock-eye," anickname given him by the young men who used to throng thisvast now almost deserted bee-hive, and which had socompletely replaced his real name that he would not, in allprobability, have replied to any one who addressed him byit.
3.  "What a confounded time this first act takes. I believe, onmy soul, that they never mean to finish it."
4.  "To poison."
5.  "That dear protector," said Caderousse; "and how much doeshe give you monthly?"
6.  "Exactly so."


1.  "That he was leaving at the same time as his letter."
2.  "Partly to drown the recollections of the past that hauntedme, partly to supply the wants of the poor widow, I eagerlyreturned to my trade of smuggler, which had become more easysince that relaxation of the laws which always follows arevolution. The southern districts were ill-watched inparticular, in consequence of the disturbances that wereperpetually breaking out in Avignon, Nimes, or Uzes. Weprofited by this respite on the part of the government tomake friends everywhere. Since my brother's assassination inthe streets of Nimes, I had never entered the town; theresult was that the inn-keeper with whom we were connected,seeing that we would no longer come to him, was forced tocome to us, and had established a branch to his inn, on theroad from Bellegarde to Beaucaire, at the sign of the Pontdu Gard. We had thus, at Aigues-Mortes, Martigues, or Bouc,a dozen places where we left our goods, and where, in caseof necessity, we concealed ourselves from the gendarmes andcustom-house officers. Smuggling is a profitable trade, whena certain degree of vigor and intelligence is employed; asfor myself, brought up in the mountains, I had a doublemotive for fearing the gendarmes and custom-house officers,as my appearance before the judges would cause an inquiry,and an inquiry always looks back into the past. And in mypast life they might find something far more grave than theselling of smuggled cigars, or barrels of brandy without apermit. So, preferring death to capture, I accomplished themost astonishing deeds, and which, more than once, showed methat the too great care we take of our bodies is the onlyobstacle to the success of those projects which requirerapid decision, and vigorous and determined execution. Inreality, when you have once devoted your life to yourenterprises, you are no longer the equal of other men, or,rather, other men are no longer your equals, and whosoeverhas taken this resolution, feels his strength and resourcesdoubled."
3.  "I tell you what I have been told."
4.  "Well, I am charged with the commission of endeavoring toinduce the Comte de Morcerf to make some definitearrangement with the baron."
5.   During this time, Edmond, seated on his bed with his head inhis hands, tried to collect his scattered thoughts. Faria,since their first acquaintance, had been on all points sorational and logical, so wonderfully sagacious, in fact,that he could not understand how so much wisdom on allpoints could be allied with madness. Was Faria deceived asto his treasure, or was all the world deceived as to Faria?
6.  "Yes. -- in the principality, but not in the prince."


1.  Chapter 40The Breakfast.
2.  "How could that bring me into trouble, sir?" asked Dantes;"for I did not even know of what I was the bearer; and theemperor merely made such inquiries as he would of the firstcomer. But, pardon me, here are the health officers and thecustoms inspectors coming alongside." And the young man wentto the gangway. As he departed, Danglars approached, andsaid, --
3.  "Why should you not be there?"
4、  "Really, madame, this is a scruple which naturally mustoccur to a pure mind like yours, but which would easilyyield before sound reasoning. The bad side of human thoughtwill always be defined by the paradox of Jean JacquesRousseau, -- you remember, -- the mandarin who is killedfive hundred leagues off by raising the tip of the finger.Man's whole life passes in doing these things, and hisintellect is exhausted by reflecting on them. You will findvery few persons who will go and brutally thrust a knife inthe heart of a fellow-creature, or will administer to him,in order to remove him from the surface of the globe onwhich we move with life and animation, that quantity ofarsenic of which we just now talked. Such a thing is reallyout of rule -- eccentric or stupid. To attain such a point,the blood must be heated to thirty-six degrees, the pulsebe, at least, at ninety, and the feelings excited beyond theordinary limit. But suppose one pass, as is permissible inphilology, from the word itself to its softened synonym,then, instead of committing an ignoble assassination youmake an `elimination;' you merely and simply remove fromyour path the individual who is in your way, and thatwithout shock or violence, without the display of thesufferings which, in the case of becoming a punishment, makea martyr of the victim, and a butcher, in every sense of theword, of him who inflicts them. Then there will be no blood,no groans, no convulsions, and above all, no consciousnessof that horrid and compromising moment of accomplishing theact, -- then one escapes the clutch of the human law, whichsays, `Do not disturb society!' This is the mode in whichthey manage these things, and succeed in Eastern climes,where there are grave and phlegmatic persons who care verylittle for the questions of time in conjunctures ofimportance."
5、  "Well, then, it is to see a thing on which I have sometimesmused for hours together."




  • 王协云 08-05

      Edmond Dantes.

  • 夏青 08-05

      "Ah, true."

  • 杰弗里·德曼 08-05

       "And from whose hands the count extricated me in sowonderful a manner?"

  • 基德曼 08-05

      "What a wicked-looking, crooked staircase," saidChateau-Renaud with a smile.

  • 宋宝善 08-04

    {  "Have you no particular commands to leave with me, myfather?" inquired Maximilian in a faltering voice.

  • 沃伦 08-03

      "Edmond Dantes, Count of Monte Cristo."}

  • 斯坦谢尔盖耶夫 08-03

      "What matters that?" muttered Fernand.

  • 邢宇 08-03

      "My father knows me," replied Villefort; "he is quite surethat his wishes will be held sacred by me; besides, heunderstands that in my position I cannot plead against thepoor." The eye of Noirtier beamed with triumph. "What do youdecide on, sir?" asked the notary of Villefort.

  • 毛选民 08-02

       "But do you think," asked Albert, "that we ought to acceptsuch offers from a perfect stranger?"

  • 陈国华 07-31

    {  "Have you the keys?"

  • 刘河 07-31

      "Yes; you! How came it known?"