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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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Monte
Cristo
suddenly
struck
his
finger
on
his
forehead
and
a
smile
passed
over
his
lips
;
then
drawing
near
to
Ali
,
he
whispered
--
"
Remain
here
,
concealed
in
the
dark
,
and
whatever
noise
you
hear
,
whatever
passes
,
only
come
in
or
show
yourself
if
I
call
you
.
"
Ali
bowed
in
token
of
strict
obedience
.
Monte
Cristo
then
drew
a
lighted
taper
from
a
closet
,
and
when
the
thief
was
deeply
engaged
with
his
lock
,
silently
opened
the
door
,
taking
care
that
the
light
should
shine
directly
on
his
face
.
The
door
opened
so
quietly
that
the
thief
heard
no
sound
;
but
,
to
his
astonishment
,
the
room
was
suddenly
illuminated
.
He
turned
.
"
Ah
,
good-evening
,
my
dear
M.
Caderousse
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
;
"
what
are
you
doing
here
,
at
such
an
hour
?
"
"
The
Abbe
Busoni
!
"
exclaimed
Caderousse
;
and
,
not
knowing
how
this
strange
apparition
could
have
entered
when
he
had
bolted
the
doors
,
he
let
fall
his
bunch
of
keys
,
and
remained
motionless
and
stupefied
.
The
count
placed
himself
between
Caderousse
and
the
window
,
thus
cutting
off
from
the
thief
his
only
chance
of
retreat
.
"
The
Abbe
Busoni
!
"
repeated
Caderousse
,
fixing
his
haggard
gaze
on
the
count
.
"
Yes
,
undoubtedly
,
the
Abbe
Busoni
himself
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
.
"
And
I
am
very
glad
you
recognize
me
,
dear
M.
Caderousse
;
it
proves
you
have
a
good
memory
,
for
it
must
be
about
ten
years
since
we
last
met
.
"
This
calmness
of
Busoni
,
combined
with
his
irony
and
boldness
,
staggered
Caderousse
.
"
The
abbe
,
the
abbe
!
"
murmured
he
,
clinching
his
fists
,
and
his
teeth
chattering
.
"
So
you
would
rob
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
?
"
continued
the
false
abbe
.
"
Reverend
sir
,
"
murmured
Caderousse
,
seeking
to
regain
the
window
,
which
the
count
pitilessly
blocked
--
"
reverend
sir
,
I
do
n't
know
--
believe
me
--
I
take
my
oath
"
--
"
A
pane
of
glass
out
,
"
continued
the
count
,
"
a
dark
lantern
,
a
bunch
of
false
keys
,
a
secretary
half
forced
--
it
is
tolerably
evident
"
--
Caderousse
was
choking
;
he
looked
around
for
some
corner
to
hide
in
,
some
way
of
escape
.
