-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Александр Дюма
-
- Граф Монте-Кристо
-
- Стр. 430/1279
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
No
,
my
dear
fellow
,
"
returned
the
young
man
,
seating
himself
on
the
divan
;
"
reassure
yourself
;
we
are
tottering
always
,
but
we
never
fall
,
and
I
begin
to
believe
that
we
shall
pass
into
a
state
of
immobility
,
and
then
the
affairs
of
the
Peninsula
will
completely
consolidate
us
.
"
"
Ah
,
true
;
you
drive
Don
Carlos
out
of
Spain
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
my
dear
fellow
,
do
not
confound
our
plans
.
We
take
him
to
the
other
side
of
the
French
frontier
,
and
offer
him
hospitality
at
Bourges
.
"
"
At
Bourges
?
"
"
Yes
,
he
has
not
much
to
complain
of
;
Bourges
is
the
capital
of
Charles
VII
.
Do
you
not
know
that
all
Paris
knew
it
yesterday
,
and
the
day
before
it
had
already
transpired
on
the
Bourse
,
and
M.
Danglars
(
I
do
not
know
by
what
means
that
man
contrives
to
obtain
intelligence
as
soon
as
we
do
)
made
a
million
!
"
"
And
you
another
order
,
for
I
see
you
have
a
blue
ribbon
at
your
button-hole
.
"
"
Yes
;
they
sent
me
the
order
of
Charles
III.
,
"
returned
Debray
,
carelessly
.
"
Come
,
do
not
affect
indifference
,
but
confess
you
were
pleased
to
have
it
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
is
very
well
as
a
finish
to
the
toilet
.
It
looks
very
neat
on
a
black
coat
buttoned
up
.
"
