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Spero, the son of Monte-Cristo, was peacefully sleeping in another room, while, gathered around the table in the dining-room of Fanfaro's house, were Monte-Cristo, Miss Clary, Madame Caraman, Coucou, and Albert de Morcerf, ready to listen to the story of Fanfaro's adventures, which, as narrated at the close of the preceding volume, he was about to begin.
"With me under my protection," replied Spero, and pressing Jane's hand to his lips he added, "Ah, Jane, why did you wish to die? Did you not know that your soul would take mine along?" The young girl listened as if in a dream, and unconsciously looked at the vicomte with sparkling eyes.
"No; what makes you think so?" replied Spero, confused. "Your appearance is different from usual. Your eyes sparkle, and you are feverishly excited. Perhaps you have some secret to intrust to me?" In the meantime the young men had seated themselves at table, and while they were eating they indulged in general conversation.
Proudly erect, the old man strode toward the door, and Spero walked hurriedly behind him, and a fanatical, enthusiastic crowd followed. On the threshold stood an Austrian officer. He lifted his gun, and triumphantly exclaimed: "Ha, Monte-Cristo to-day I shall strike you through the heart! Curses on you and your race!" The gun directed against Spero's breast went off.
"Put your arms about my neck, Spero," said the count, "and have no fear. Away with the Count of Monte-Cristo," he added in a vibrating voice; "Edmond Dantes, arise from out of the past, and help a father to rescue his son." He placed himself in a winding of the narrow stairs. Here no ball could reach him.
He was now within four days' journey of Uargla, and began to hope that perhaps he would find what he was seeking. When night came, Monte-Cristo withdrew with Spero to his tent. The count wrote to Haydee. A courier went north every day, but Monte-Cristo had not yet been able to send Mercedes any consolation.
As I covered up my instruments, some one said, "You would not have brought that off, Camille, if it had not been for me. I gave you the idea of comparing the violet vibrations with the red." I turned round with a cry of fear. Georges Spero was sitting in the moonlight on the parapet, looking at me with a smile. "Are you afraid of me, Camille?" he said. "You, Georges! You!" I stammered.
I touched it with the instrument." "Do you think you can remove the bullet?" asked the painter. "I hope so." The vicomte motioned to Gontram to hand him the box again, and taking a bistoury and a pincette he bent over the unconscious girl again. An anxious moment passed and then Spero triumphantly exclaimed: "Saved!" "Saved," repeated Gontram as he took the murderous lead from the vicomte's hand.
"The conversation was now carried on in such a low tone that I could not understand what was being said. I hurried to my room and made up my mind to draw you into my confidence." "I thank you, Carmen," cried Gontram; "Spero is a friend, a brother, and I would gladly offer up my life to save his." "Of whom could Fagiano have spoken when he said: 'She is in my power?" asked Carmen. "I hardly know.
At this moment a slight noise was heard outside. A knock came at the door. "Who's there?" asked the man roughly. "Does a man named Malvernet live here?" came back in reply. "Yes. Come right in." Spero entered, his clothes dripping wet, and blue-black hair hanging over his forehead. "My name is Malvernet," said the other sharply; "what do you wish?" "Do you know me?" he asked in a firm tone.
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