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"Bah!" said Danglars, "a lad of his make was not born to be unhappy in love. You are laughing at him, Caderousse." "No," he replied, "only hark how he sighs! Come, come, Fernand," said Caderousse, "hold up your head, and answer us. It's not polite not to reply to friends who ask news of your health." "My health is well enough," said Fernand, clinching his hands without raising his head.
"Well," said Caderousse, "I should have said not how treacherous wine is!" "Come, come," said Danglars to himself, "now the thing is at work and it will effect its purpose unassisted." The Marriage-Feast. The morning's sun rose clear and resplendent, touching the foamy waves into a network of ruby-tinted light.
And you say that by his will" "He leaves me five hundred thousand livres." "Are you sure of it?" "He showed it me; but that is not all there is a codicil, as I said just now." "Probably." "And in that codicil he acknowledges me." "Oh, the good father, the brave father, the very honest father!" said Caderousse, twirling a plate in the air between his two hands.
'I don't want any supper, said Caderousse. 'We dined so very late, hastily interposed La Carconte. 'Then it seems I am to eat alone, remarked the jeweller. 'Oh, we shall have the pleasure of waiting upon you, answered La Carconte, with an eager attention she was not accustomed to manifest even to guests who paid for what they took.
"You are wrong to speak thus," said the abbe; "and perhaps I may, in my own person, be able to prove to you how completely you are in error." "What mean you?" inquired Caderousse with a look of surprise. "In the first place, I must be satisfied that you are the person I am in search of." "What proofs do you require?"
"Remember, this is no affair of mine," said the trembling voice of La Carconte, as though through the flooring of her chamber she viewed the scene that was enacting below. "Enough, enough!" replied Caderousse; "say no more about it; I will take all the consequences upon myself." And he began his story. The Story. "First, sir," said Caderousse, "you must make me a promise."
"Well," pursued Caderousse, "can you without expending one sou, put me in the way of getting fifteen thousand francs? No, fifteen thousand are not enough, I cannot again become an honest man with less than thirty thousand francs." "No," replied Andrea, dryly, "no, I cannot." "I do not think you understand me," replied Caderousse, calmly; "I said without your laying out a sou."
He assisted him to escape, and Benedetto assassinated Caderousse. And then Benedetto, tried for this murder, found himself face to face with his father Villefort, the Procureur de Roi. Benedetto loudly flung his father's crimes in his face, and Villefort fled from the court-room. When he reached home Villefort found that his wife had poisoned herself and his son, the only being he loved.
Caderousse was fast sinking. "Give me drink," said he: "I thirst I burn!" Monte Cristo gave him a glass of water. "And yet that villain, Benedetto, will escape!" "No one, I tell you, will escape; Benedetto will be punished." "Then, you, too, will be punished, for you did not do your duty as a priest you should have prevented Benedetto from killing me."
"Did you, in the year 1814 or 1815, know anything of a young sailor named Dantes?" "Dantes? Did I know poor dear Edmond? Why, Edmond Dantes and myself were intimate friends!" exclaimed Caderousse, whose countenance flushed darkly as he caught the penetrating gaze of the abbe fixed on him, while the clear, calm eye of the questioner seemed to dilate with feverish scrutiny.
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