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"Say to Fraulein W. von Mölk that I rejoice at the thought of Salzburg, in the hope that I may again receive the same kind of present, for the minuets which was bestowed on me at a similar concert. She knows all about it." "Carissima Sorella, Spero che voi sarete stata dalla Signora, che voi gi
For a time the criminal and his company walked on in silence. Suddenly it appeared to Spero as if the end of the way had been reached, and, pausing, he asked: "Where are we?" "On the banks of the Seine; in a few minutes we will be at the place." "My poor Jane," murmured Spero, "how terrible it is to look for you in this deserted quarter." "Are you afraid?" asked Benedetto mockingly.
"A spiral spring?" "Yes; such as is used in pocket watches." "You are right." "And he did his work carelessly, for he left this little piece sticking in the lock." And with these words Spero triumphantly held up a small piece of steel. Monte-Cristo clasped the boy in his arms.
"You are brave, and your father must love you." Spero did not answer, but his eyes sparkled when Maldar spoke his father's name. "I will know how to strike your proud father; he shall grovel in the dust at my feet. He stopped short. A new idea seemed to have taken possession of him. "All the prisoners are dead, are they not?" he asked, turning to a sheik.
"Spero." "Spero means hope. Tell me now the name of your father?" "My father is the Count of Monte-Cristo!" "I know. Your father is one of those brainless fools who imagine every one must bend the knee to them. What rank does he occupy in your country?" "He is a prince who governs the souls of men." "Your father is rich very rich?" "What does that concern you?"
Knowing my love for the beautiful figure of the muse, Georges Spero had bought it back from the watchmaker to whom Le Verrier had sent it, and placed it in my room as a gift. It was an extraordinary mark of friendship, for Georges loved Urania even more passionately than I did. To him she was the personification of everything in life that lifted man above the level of the brute.
Monte-Cristo embraced the excited child and reassuringly murmured: "Keep quiet, Spero, I am with you." Monte-Cristo looked thoughtful. Suppose his boy should be taken from him? No, it was nonsense. Spero must have been dreaming. "Spero," he said, turning to the child, "I shall watch over your slumbers! Lie down again and have no fear. Come, I will kiss you; think of your mother and go to sleep."
"Nonsense," interrupted Spero; "I may sometimes look troubled, but certainly not stern, and I beg you not to speak differently from what you were taught speak to me as you do to my father." "Ah, it is easy to speak to the count," said Coucou, unthinkingly; "he has such a cheering smile "
First fill your wine-glass, otherwise I shall drink all your fine sherry alone." The habit of drinking moderately Spero had also learned from his father. Upon the remark of the painter, he filled his glass and impatiently said: "Well?" "I would like to make a loan. Don't laugh, but hear what I have to say. I intend to give a little party in my studio " "In your studio?" said Spero in surprise.
So interested were the count and Spero in the picture that they did not hear the stealthy steps behind them. Maldar was the man, and he had stretched forth his hands toward the boy. The count perceived him in the nick of time, and clutching him by the throat, threw him headlong down into the courtyard.
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