-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Александр Дюма
-
- Граф Монте-Кристо
-
- Стр. 285/1279
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
To
be
kept
in
strict
solitary
confinement
,
and
to
be
closely
watched
and
guarded
.
Beneath
these
lines
was
written
in
another
hand
:
"
See
note
above
--
nothing
can
be
done
.
"
He
compared
the
writing
in
the
bracket
with
the
writing
of
the
certificate
placed
beneath
Morrel
's
petition
,
and
discovered
that
the
note
in
the
bracket
was
the
same
writing
as
the
certificate
--
that
is
to
say
,
was
in
Villefort
's
handwriting
As
to
the
note
which
accompanied
this
,
the
Englishman
understood
that
it
might
have
been
added
by
some
inspector
who
had
taken
a
momentary
interest
in
Dantes
'
situation
,
but
who
had
,
from
the
remarks
we
have
quoted
,
found
it
impossible
to
give
any
effect
to
the
interest
he
had
felt
.
As
we
have
said
,
the
inspector
,
from
discretion
,
and
that
he
might
not
disturb
the
Abbe
Faria
's
pupil
in
his
researches
,
had
seated
himself
in
a
corner
,
and
was
reading
Le
Drapeau
Blanc
.
He
did
not
see
the
Englishman
fold
up
and
place
in
his
pocket
the
accusation
written
by
Danglars
under
the
arbor
of
La
Reserve
,
and
which
had
the
postmark
,
"
Marseilles
,
27th
Feb.
,
delivery
6
o'clock
,
P.M.
"
But
it
must
be
said
that
if
he
had
seen
it
,
he
attached
so
little
importance
to
this
scrap
of
paper
,
and
so
much
importance
to
his
two
hundred
thousand
francs
,
that
he
would
not
have
opposed
whatever
the
Englishman
might
do
,
however
irregular
it
might
be
.
"
Thanks
,
"
said
the
latter
,
closing
the
register
with
a
slam
,
"
I
have
all
I
want
;
now
it
is
for
me
to
perform
my
promise
.
Give
me
a
simple
assignment
of
your
debt
;
acknowledge
therein
the
receipt
of
the
cash
,
and
I
will
hand
you
over
the
money
.
"
He
rose
,
gave
his
seat
to
M.
de
Boville
,
who
took
it
without
ceremony
,
and
quickly
drew
up
the
required
assignment
,
while
the
Englishman
counted
out
the
bank-notes
on
the
other
side
of
the
desk
.
Any
one
who
had
quitted
Marseilles
a
few
years
previously
,
well
acquainted
with
the
interior
of
Morrel
's
warehouse
,
and
had
returned
at
this
date
,
would
have
found
a
great
change
.
Instead
of
that
air
of
life
,
of
comfort
,
and
of
happiness
that
permeates
a
flourishing
and
prosperous
business
establishment
--
instead
of
merry
faces
at
the
windows
,
busy
clerks
hurrying
to
and
fro
in
the
long
corridors
--
instead
of
the
court
filled
with
bales
of
goods
,
re-echoing
with
the
cries
and
the
jokes
of
porters
,
one
would
have
immediately
perceived
all
aspect
of
sadness
and
gloom
.
Out
of
all
the
numerous
clerks
that
used
to
fill
the
deserted
corridor
and
the
empty
office
,
but
two
remained
.
One
was
a
young
man
of
three
or
four
and
twenty
,
who
was
in
love
with
M.
Morrel
's
daughter
,
and
had
remained
with
him
in
spite
of
the
efforts
of
his
friends
to
induce
him
to
withdraw
;
the
other
was
an
old
one-eyed
cashier
,
called
"
Cocles
,
"
or
"
Cock-eye
,
"
a
nickname
given
him
by
the
young
men
who
used
to
throng
this
vast
now
almost
deserted
bee-hive
,
and
which
had
so
completely
replaced
his
real
name
that
he
would
not
,
in
all
probability
,
have
replied
to
any
one
who
addressed
him
by
it
.
Cocles
remained
in
M.
Morrel
's
service
,
and
a
most
singular
change
had
taken
place
in
his
position
;
he
had
at
the
same
time
risen
to
the
rank
of
cashier
,
and
sunk
to
the
rank
of
a
servant
.
He
was
,
however
,
the
same
Cocles
,
good
,
patient
,
devoted
,
but
inflexible
on
the
subject
of
arithmetic
,
the
only
point
on
which
he
would
have
stood
firm
against
the
world
,
even
against
M.
Morrel
;
and
strong
in
the
multiplication-table
,
which
he
had
at
his
fingers
'
ends
,
no
matter
what
scheme
or
what
trap
was
laid
to
catch
him
.
In
the
midst
of
the
disasters
that
befell
the
house
,
Cocles
was
the
only
one
unmoved
.
But
this
did
not
arise
from
a
want
of
affection
;
on
the
contrary
,
from
a
firm
conviction
.
Like
the
rats
that
one
by
one
forsake
the
doomed
ship
even
before
the
vessel
weighs
anchor
,
so
all
the
numerous
clerks
had
by
degrees
deserted
the
office
and
the
warehouse
.
Cocles
had
seen
them
go
without
thinking
of
inquiring
the
cause
of
their
departure
.
Everything
was
as
we
have
said
,
a
question
of
arithmetic
to
Cocles
,
and
during
twenty
years
he
had
always
seen
all
payments
made
with
such
exactitude
,
that
it
seemed
as
impossible
to
him
that
the
house
should
stop
payment
,
as
it
would
to
a
miller
that
the
river
that
had
so
long
turned
his
mill
should
cease
to
flow
.
Nothing
had
as
yet
occurred
to
shake
Cocles
'
belief
;
the
last
month
's
payment
had
been
made
with
the
most
scrupulous
exactitude
;
Cocles
had
detected
an
overbalance
of
fourteen
sous
in
his
cash
,
and
the
same
evening
he
had
brought
them
to
M.
Morrel
,
who
,
with
a
melancholy
smile
,
threw
them
into
an
almost
empty
drawer
,
saying
:
--
"
Thanks
,
Cocles
;
you
are
the
pearl
of
cashiers
.
"
