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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "The abbe, who was in Paris only for a month, inhabited asmall two-storied house behind Saint-Sulpice; there were tworooms on each floor and he was the only tenant. The twolower rooms consisted of a dining-room, with a table,chairs, and side-board of walnut, -- and a wainscotedparlor, without ornaments, carpet, or timepiece. It wasevident that the abbe limited himself to objects of strictnecessity. He preferred to use the sitting-room upstairs,which was more library than parlor, and was furnished withtheological books and parchments, in which he delighted tobury himself for months at a time, according to his valet dechambre. His valet looked at the visitors through a sort ofwicket; and if their faces were unknown to him or displeasedhim, he replied that the abbe was not in Paris, an answerwhich satisfied most persons, because the abbe was known tobe a great traveller. Besides, whether at home or not,whether in Paris or Cairo, the abbe always left something togive away, which the valet distributed through this wicketin his master's name. The other room near the library was abedroom. A bed without curtains, four arm-chairs, and acouch, covered with yellow Utrecht velvet, composed, with aprie-Dieu, all its furniture. Lord Wilmore resided in RueFontaine-Saint-George. He was one of those English touristswho consume a large fortune in travelling. He hired theapartment in which he lived furnished, passed only a fewhours in the day there, and rarely slept there. One of hispeculiarities was never to speak a word of French, which hehowever wrote with great facility."
2.  All this was said with such exceeding rapidity, that therewas something in the conversation that seemed like thebeginning of delirium.
3.  "Run, waiter!" At this moment the screams and ringing wereredoubled. "Ah," said the brigadier, stopping the servant,"the person who is ringing appears to want something morethan a waiter; we will attend upon him with a gendarme. Whooccupies Number 3?"
4.  "Just to please me, Albert," said Mercedes. Albert kissedhis mother's hand, and drew near the count. Another salverpassed, loaded like the preceding ones; she saw Albertattempt to persuade the count, but he obstinately refused.Albert rejoined his mother; she was very pale.
5.  "And is her name a secret?"
6.  "It is the same."


1.  "What? why, yourself, to be sure! You give away horses wortha thousand louis; you save the lives of ladies of high rankand beauty; under the name of Major Brack you runthoroughbreds ridden by tiny urchins not larger thanmarmots; then, when you have carried off the golden trophyof victory, instead of setting any value on it, you give itto the first handsome woman you think of!"
2.  When the wretched man again opened his eyes, the countlooked at him with a mournful expression of pity, and hislips moved as if in prayer. "A surgeon, reverend sir -- asurgeon!" said Caderousse.
3.  "Yes."
4.  "Do not let me interfere with you in anything, my friend,"said the count; "gather your strawberries, if, indeed, thereare any left."
5.  "And afterwards the road to Chatillon?"
6.  "And matches?"


1.  Furnished with this plunder, Andrea leaped with a lighterheart from the window, intending to slip through the handsof the gendarmes. Tall and well proportioned as an ancientgladiator, and muscular as a Spartan, he walked for aquarter of an hour without knowing where to direct hissteps, actuated by the sole idea of getting away from thespot where if he lingered he knew that he would surely betaken. Having passed through the Rue Mont Blanc, guided bythe instinct which leads thieves always to take the safestpath, he found himself at the end of the Rue Lafayette.There he stopped, breathless and panting. He was quitealone; on one side was the vast wilderness of theSaint-Lazare, on the other, Paris enshrouded in darkness."Am I to be captured?" he cried; "no, not if I can use moreactivity than my enemies. My safety is now a mere questionof speed." At this moment he saw a cab at the top of theFaubourg Poissonniere. The dull driver, smoking his pipe,was plodding along toward the limits of the FaubourgSaint-Denis, where no doubt he ordinarily had his station."Ho, friend!" said Benedetto.
2.  "I have also sent for the procureur."
3.  "I am going to fight" --
4.  "And the cards I ordered to be engraved as soon as you knewthe number of the house?"
5.   "And you do not wish me to go away without fulfilling youroriginal intentions?" The old man winked violently. "Well,sir," said the young girl, "do you understand now, and isyour conscience perfectly at rest on the subject?" Butbefore the notary could answer, Villefort had drawn himaside. "Sir," said he, "do you suppose for a moment that aman can sustain a physical shock, such as M. Noirtier hasreceived, without any detriment to his mental faculties?"
6.  The inn-keeper himself was a man of from forty to fifty-fiveyears of age, tall, strong, and bony, a perfect specimen ofthe natives of those southern latitudes; he had dark,sparkling, and deep-set eyes, hooked nose, and teeth whiteas those of a carnivorous animal; his hair, like his beard,which he wore under his chin, was thick and curly, and inspite of his age but slightly interspersed with a fewsilvery threads. His naturally dark complexion had assumed astill further shade of brown from the habit the unfortunateman had acquired of stationing himself from morning till eveat the threshold of his door, on the lookout for guests whoseldom came, yet there he stood, day after day, exposed tothe meridional rays of a burning sun, with no otherprotection for his head than a red handkerchief twistedaround it, after the manner of the Spanish muleteers. Thisman was our old acquaintance, Gaspard Caderousse. His wife,on the contrary, whose maiden name had been MadeleineRadelle, was pale, meagre, and sickly-looking. Born in theneighborhood of Arles, she had shared in the beauty forwhich its women are proverbial; but that beauty hadgradually withered beneath the devastating influence of theslow fever so prevalent among dwellers by the ponds ofAiguemortes and the marshes of Camargue. She remained nearlyalways in her second-floor chamber, shivering in her chair,or stretched languid and feeble on her bed, while herhusband kept his daily watch at the door -- a duty heperformed with so much the greater willingness, as it savedhim the necessity of listening to the endless plaints andmurmurs of his helpmate, who never saw him without breakingout into bitter invectives against fate; to all of which herhusband would calmly return an unvarying reply, in thesephilosophic words: --


1.  "Mademoiselle," said Eugenie, "let the porter get thepost-chaise from the coach-house, and fetch some post-horsesfrom the hotel. Here are five francs for his trouble."
2.  "Stop a minute," answered Caderousse; "we might beinterrupted in the most interesting part of my story, whichwould be a pity; and it is as well that your visit hithershould be made known only to ourselves." With these words hewent stealthily to the door, which he closed, and, by way ofstill greater precaution, bolted and barred it, as he wasaccustomed to do at night. During this time the abbe hadchosen his place for listening at his ease. He removed hisseat into a corner of the room, where he himself would be indeep shadow, while the light would be fully thrown on thenarrator; then, with head bent down and hands clasped, orrather clinched together, he prepared to give his wholeattention to Caderousse, who seated himself on the littlestool, exactly opposite to him.
3.  "But what is it?"
4、  "But," cried Morrel, "this purse is not yours!" Julie handedto her father the letter she had received in the morning.
5、  "Never mind -- take these;" and the count placed the packetin the man's hands. "Now this is not all," he said; "youcannot live upon your fifteen thousand francs."




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