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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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The
man
said
,
in
a
low
voice
:
"
I
wish
--
I
wish
you
to
spare
me
the
walk
back
to
Paris
.
I
am
very
tired
,
and
as
I
have
not
eaten
so
good
a
dinner
as
you
,
I
can
scarcely
stand
.
"
The
young
man
shuddered
at
this
strange
familiarity
.
"
Tell
me
,
"
he
said
--
"
tell
me
what
you
want
?
"
"
Well
,
then
,
I
want
you
to
take
me
up
in
your
fine
carriage
,
and
carry
me
back
.
"
Andrea
turned
pale
,
but
said
nothing
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
man
,
thrusting
his
hands
into
his
pockets
,
and
looking
impudently
at
the
youth
;
"
I
have
taken
the
whim
into
my
head
;
do
you
understand
,
Master
Benedetto
?
"
At
this
name
,
no
doubt
,
the
young
man
reflected
a
little
,
for
he
went
towards
his
groom
,
saying
,
"
This
man
is
right
;
I
did
indeed
charge
him
with
a
commission
,
the
result
of
which
he
must
tell
me
;
walk
to
the
barrier
,
there
take
a
cab
,
that
you
may
not
be
too
late
.
"
The
surprised
groom
retired
.
"
Let
me
at
least
reach
a
shady
spot
,
"
said
Andrea
.
"
Oh
,
as
for
that
,
I
'll
take
you
to
a
splendid
place
,
"
said
the
man
with
the
handkerchief
;
and
taking
the
horse
's
bit
he
led
the
tilbury
where
it
was
certainly
impossible
for
any
one
to
witness
the
honor
that
Andrea
conferred
upon
him
.
"
Do
n't
think
I
want
the
glory
of
riding
in
your
fine
carriage
,
"
said
he
;
"
oh
,
no
,
it
's
only
because
I
am
tired
,
and
also
because
I
have
a
little
business
to
talk
over
with
you
.
"
"
Come
,
step
in
,
"
said
the
young
man
.
It
was
a
pity
this
scene
had
not
occurred
in
daylight
,
for
it
was
curious
to
see
this
rascal
throwing
himself
heavily
down
on
the
cushion
beside
the
young
and
elegant
driver
of
the
tilbury
.
Andrea
drove
past
the
last
house
in
the
village
without
saying
a
word
to
his
companion
,
who
smiled
complacently
,
as
though
well-pleased
to
find
himself
travelling
in
so
comfortable
a
vehicle
.
Once
out
of
Auteuil
,
Andrea
looked
around
,
in
order
to
assure
himself
that
he
could
neither
be
seen
nor
heard
,
and
then
,
stopping
the
horse
and
crossing
his
arms
before
the
man
,
he
asked
--
"
Now
,
tell
me
why
you
come
to
disturb
my
tranquillity
?
"
"
Let
me
ask
you
why
you
deceived
me
?
"
"
How
have
I
deceived
you
?
"
"
'
How
,
'
do
you
ask
?
When
we
parted
at
the
Pont
du
Var
,
you
told
me
you
were
going
to
travel
through
Piedmont
and
Tuscany
;
but
instead
of
that
,
you
come
to
Paris
.
"
