Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 13, 2025
"A ring?" said Monte-Cristo, wonderfully moved, while he cast a hasty glance at Mercedes. In a gloomy manner, but without saying a single word, Mercedes took a simple-looking silver ring from her finger, and handed it to the count, who looked at the simple precious thing with a tear in his eye it was the wedding-ring which Edmond Dantes once presented to the Catalan, Mercedes.
But suddenly a faint sound was heard in the far distance. It came from the direction of Fanfar's farm. Maldar listened attentively; then he said to the Khouans, whose quick ears had also detected the sound: "Ride like the wind, sons of the Prophet! We are pursued! The Count of Monte-Cristo and his unbelieving French hounds are on our track!
All the details of his imprisonment and the startling adventures that succeeded it passed through his mind in rapid review, and an ardent, irresistible desire to revisit the locality where he had unearthed Spada's millions took entire possession of him. Suddenly he said to Captain Vincenzo: "Make for the Isle of Monte-Cristo!"
Shame upon you, parricide." This time Benedetto opened his eyes in terror, and in a faint voice murmured: "My mother! Yes, yes. Mercy!" Monte-Cristo rose. His gaze met that of Bertuccio, in which he read a silent question. "Are you still going to be charitable?" asked Bertuccio's eye. "The wretch has murdered the mother who bore him? Does he deserve mercy?"
Monte-Cristo and Massetti half arose in their seats; they were near enough to grasp the purport of what the shepherd had said and its effect upon them was absolutely overwhelming; they had expected that Pasquale would either tell a cunningly fabricated tale calculated to shield Vampa or take refuge in stony, stubborn silence, but instead he was going to make a clean breast of the whole terrible crime!
Suddenly her frame was convulsed and her eyes assumed a glassy look. "Monte-Cristo, my husband, where are you?" she said, in a broken voice. "Here, Haydée," answered the Count, approaching. He strove to appear calm, but could not control his emotion. "Nearer, nearer, Edmond," said Haydée, growing weaker and weaker. The Count sank on his knees beside his dying wife and put his arms about her neck.
I have a woman's curiosity and a woman's inclination to gossip," she added, with a faint smile, "but for your dear sake I will repress them both, at least, so far as concerns this truly marvellous subterranean palace and our visit to it to-day!" "And you will keep your word, my noble child!" said Monte-Cristo, gazing tenderly and admiringly at her.
They had already reached the threshhold when the old lady paused, and, turning to Fanfaro, hastily said: "He has forgiven me long ago, and will not punish me any more. God sent him to the earth to reward and punish, and he has punished them all all with their own sins. Do you know him? It is the Count of Monte-Cristo!"
Monte-Cristo laughed. "You are still young," he said. "Your eyes must first be taught how to see. There is a scratch on the lock which must have been made by a dagger." "But, father, who could have tried to open the lock with a dagger?" "A man, whose name I will tell you later on. With great skill he put the dagger in the lock and opened it. The cleverest locksmith could not have done better.
The slight covering had been torn from the couch and lay in a heap on the floor. Near it a small object sparkled; the agonized father stooped and picked it up: it was a miniature dagger of oriental workmanship, and upon its jeweled handle was an inscription in the Arabic tongue. Monte-Cristo took the weapon to the window and the full light of the silvery moonbeams fell upon it.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking