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Signed "Spero Infestis," with a sealed envelope containing John's name inside and the motto outside, the MS. was placed in the Head Master's letter-box. John, cooling rapidly after the fever of composition, condemned his stuff as hopelessly bad; Caesar went about telling everybody that Jonathan would win easily, "with a bit to spare."
"Wretch!" exclaimed Spero, "your life is in my hands; beg for mercy, or I shall stab you through the heart." "I beg for mercy? Fool, you do not know what you are speaking of! I hate you I hate your father take my life, or, as true as I stand here, I shall take yours!" "Then die," replied Spero, and with a quick movement he knocked Benedetto's sword out of his hand and made a lunge at him!
Spero came running up, and winding his arm around his father's neck, whisperingly asked: "Papa, why could I not accompany you?" "My child, it was a fight with a lion." "You were not afraid? Why should I have been?" The handsome boy now, for the first time, perceived Medje, who smiled at him. "Who is that, papa?" he asked in a whisper. "A friend, Spero; offer her your hand."
While the young painter was breakfasting with Spero, a perfumed note was sent up to his residence in the Rue Montaigne, wherein Jane Zild declared her willingness to appear in the painter's parlors and sing a few songs. Gontram did not say no, and immediately hurried to the diva's house to thank her. Spero had entered just behind the songstress, and Gontram smiled when he saw the vicomte.
Gontram now returned; Spero opened the box and took an instrument from it. "Feel if my hand trembles," he said, turning to the painter; "only if that is not the case can I dare to probe for the bullet." Gontram took hold of the white hand. It did not tremble, and Spero began to probe for the bullet. "The ball has not touched a vital part," whispered the vicomte at length; "it lies in the muscles.
The man bowed respectfully to the vicomte, and Jane, turning to Spero, said in cordial tones: "Complete your good work, vicomte, and conduct me to my carriage." Spero laid her little hand upon his arm and led her out. As Spero assisted her in the carriage she bowed again to him and whispered: "I hope we shall see each other again."
Address your letters direct to us, for it is not the custom here, as in Germany, to carry the letters round; we are obliged to go ourselves to fetch them on post-days. There is nothing new here; we expect news from Salzburg. Not having a word more to say, I must conclude. Our kind regards to all our friends. Spero che voi sarete stata dalla Signora, che voi gia sapete.
Monte-Cristo bent over the major, whose pale face lighted up joyfully when he saw the count. "Let me see the wound," said Monte-Cristo. "Who knows but " "Unnecessary," whispered Bartolomeo; "my adopted son understands how to aim!" "Ha! then it was Benedetto!" exclaimed the count. "His bullet was intended for me," said Spero. "He said he wished to strike you through the heart."
Nice pictures and statues were in the parlors, the bookcase was filled with selected volumes and he spent many hours each day in serious studies. Spero was a master in all physical accomplishments. His father's iron muscles were his legacy, and the count often proudly thought that his son, in case of need, would also have found the means and the way to escape from the Chateau d'If.
At the rear of the hall a door opened, and Spero recognized in a man who crossed the threshold Monsieur de Larsagny. Larsagny drew near to Jane, and, sinking upon his knees, he pressed his lips to the young girl's hand. Spero breathlessly followed Larsagny's movements, and when he saw that Jane made no resistance, he became violent.
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