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He shall see that I have become something in the meantime, and from what I know of him he will be delighted with my idea. I want to furnish my house properly, and for this I need some costly tapestries. You have real treasures of this description. Would you loan me a few pieces?" "Is that all?" said Spero, cordially. "You give me joy, and I hope you will allow me to attend to it." "That depends.
He went with Spero to the dock the next morning, and was met by Jacopo, who looked like a different person. "Have you inspected everything?" asked Monte-Cristo of the Corsican. "And are you satisfied?" "Yes, master." "How many men have you?" "Ten, sir; they are all trustworthy and have travelled in Africa before. I can answer for them." "Good.
"Monte-Cristo!" cried Larsagny, in terror, and with a gasp he fell back dead a stroke of apoplexy had put an end to his life. Spero did not know that he was the living picture of his father. Edmond Dantes had just looked like that when he was arrested at Marseilles through the intrigues of Danglars, Fernand and Villefort, and Danglars-Larsagny had thought it was Monte-Cristo who stood before him.
The Count of Monte-Cristo had always seen to it that his house was connected in a mysterious way with other buildings. It was only in this way that he was enabled to play the part of a deus ex machina as Edmond Dantes, Count of Monte-Cristo and Lord Wilmore. Spero had never heard of this secret passage.
Uttering a cry he rushed out of the room and down the stairs, and, a prey to despair, hurried out into the dark night. In deep silence Gontram and Spero walked along the Champs-Elysées, which at this time of the day was deserted. They were both indulging in day-dreams and permitted the magical spring air to affect them.
He had been talking with Spero for over an hour about their future plans, when a sudden commotion was heard, and the count, who was a strict disciplinarian, looked angrily about. Before he had time to inquire about the cause of the noise, a heavy mass came rolling down the cabin stairs.
The sheik departed, and soon returned with Spero, who was tightly bound. The lad was pale, but courage shone from his dark eyes. "Come nearer," said Maldar, "and tell me your name." "Why do you wish to know, and by what right?" asked Spero, folding his arms. Maldar gnashed his teeth. "By right of the strong, and with the right to punish you for the sins of your country. What is your name?"
"Confound the slow pokes," cried the painter at length, after the two young men had been walking up and down for over an hour; "I will go directly to the point." Spero looked up in amazement. Buried in thought, he believed his friend had spoken to him, and so he said confusedly: "Excuse me, Gontram, I was thinking of something else and didn't catch your meaning."
Everything was draped in mourning, and on a catafalque rested the bodies of Spero and Jane. They were all dead Danglars, Villefort, Mondego, Caderousse and Benedetto but Monte-Cristo was alive to close the eyes of his dearly beloved son. Mockery of fate! The two men who watched the corpses waited with anxiety for the moment when the Count of Monte-Cristo should enter.
"Yes, your father. Do you not remember a man who took care of you after your mother died? The man was formerly a galley-slave named Anselmo. Before that he wore the dress of a priest. Jane Zild is the daughter of the convict of Toulon and the woman of Lyons." "Miserable scoundrel," cried Spero, "you lie! If you have weapons, let us fight. Only one of us dare leave this room alive."
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