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At
the
sixtieth
minute
of
this
hour
,
if
the
money
is
not
forthcoming
,
he
blows
out
the
prisoner
's
brains
with
a
pistol-shot
,
or
plants
his
dagger
in
his
heart
,
and
that
settles
the
account
.
"
"
Well
,
Albert
,
"
inquired
Franz
of
his
companion
,
"
are
you
still
disposed
to
go
to
the
Colosseum
by
the
outer
wall
?
"
"
Quite
so
,
"
said
Albert
,
"
if
the
way
be
picturesque
.
"
The
clock
struck
nine
as
the
door
opened
,
and
a
coachman
appeared
.
"
Excellencies
,
"
said
he
,
"
the
coach
is
ready
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
"
said
Franz
,
"
let
us
to
the
Colosseum
.
"
"
By
the
Porta
del
Popolo
or
by
the
streets
,
your
excellencies
?
"
"
By
the
streets
,
morbleu
,
by
the
streets
!
"
cried
Franz
.
"
Ah
,
my
dear
fellow
,
"
said
Albert
,
rising
,
and
lighting
his
third
cigar
,
"
really
,
I
thought
you
had
more
courage
.
"
So
saying
,
the
two
young
men
went
down
the
staircase
,
and
got
into
the
carriage
.
Franz
had
so
managed
his
route
,
that
during
the
ride
to
the
Colosseum
they
passed
not
a
single
ancient
ruin
,
so
that
no
preliminary
impression
interfered
to
mitigate
the
colossal
proportions
of
the
gigantic
building
they
came
to
admire
.
The
road
selected
was
a
continuation
of
the
Via
Sistina
;
then
by
cutting
off
the
right
angle
of
the
street
in
which
stands
Santa
Maria
Maggiore
and
proceeding
by
the
Via
Urbana
and
San
Pietro
in
Vincoli
,
the
travellers
would
find
themselves
directly
opposite
the
Colosseum
.
This
itinerary
possessed
another
great
advantage
--
that
of
leaving
Franz
at
full
liberty
to
indulge
his
deep
reverie
upon
the
subject
of
Signor
Pastrini
's
story
,
in
which
his
mysterious
host
of
Monte
Cristo
was
so
strangely
mixed
up
.
Seated
with
folded
arms
in
a
corner
of
the
carriage
,
he
continued
to
ponder
over
the
singular
history
he
had
so
lately
listened
to
,
and
to
ask
himself
an
interminable
number
of
questions
touching
its
various
circumstances
without
,
however
,
arriving
at
a
satisfactory
reply
to
any
of
them
.
One
fact
more
than
the
rest
brought
his
friend
"
Sinbad
the
Sailor
"
back
to
his
recollection
,
and
that
was
the
mysterious
sort
of
intimacy
that
seemed
to
exist
between
the
brigands
and
the
sailors
;
and
Pastrini
's
account
of
Vampa
's
having
found
refuge
on
board
the
vessels
of
smugglers
and
fishermen
,
reminded
Franz
of
the
two
Corsican
bandits
he
had
found
supping
so
amicably
with
the
crew
of
the
little
yacht
,
which
had
even
deviated
from
its
course
and
touched
at
Porto
--
Vecchio
for
the
sole
purpose
of
landing
them
.
The
very
name
assumed
by
his
host
of
Monte
Cristo
and
again
repeated
by
the
landlord
of
the
Hotel
de
Londres
,
abundantly
proved
to
him
that
his
island
friend
was
playing
his
philanthropic
part
on
the
shores
of
Piombino
,
Civita
--
Vecchio
,
Ostia
,
and
Gaeta
,
as
on
those
of
Corsica
,
Tuscany
,
and
Spain
;
and
further
,
Franz
bethought
him
of
having
heard
his
singular
entertainer
speak
both
of
Tunis
and
Palermo
,
proving
thereby
how
largely
his
circle
of
acquaintances
extended
.
But
however
the
mind
of
the
young
man
might
be
absorbed
in
these
reflections
,
they
were
at
once
dispersed
at
the
sight
of
the
dark
frowning
ruins
of
the
stupendous
Colosseum
,
through
the
various
openings
of
which
the
pale
moonlight
played
and
flickered
like
the
unearthly
gleam
from
the
eyes
of
the
wandering
dead
.
The
carriage
stopped
near
the
Meta
Sudans
;
the
door
was
opened
,
and
the
young
men
,
eagerly
alighting
,
found
themselves
opposite
a
cicerone
,
who
appeared
to
have
sprung
up
from
the
ground
,
so
unexpected
was
his
appearance
.
