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There was no signature to the letter, and Spero cared very little for that. Suddenly his glance happened to fall on a large mirror and he gave a cry of alarm. Was the pale man with the deep blue rings about his eyes the twenty-one-year-old son of the great count? "One would think that the few days I have been away from my father had aged me many years," he bitterly muttered.
The young couple were very happy until the coup d'état of the 2d of December, 1851, when Albert de Morcerf was killed by a murderous ball. Six months later Miss Clary died of grief. Four weeks after her death Madame Caraman became the housekeeper of the Monte-Cristo mansion. Thus it came about that Spero hurried to her for aid for the sick girl.
He was still pale and exhausted, but he swung his sword and joyfully exclaimed: "Radetzky has fled. The citadel has surrendered." The Italians embraced each other. Their dream was realized. Milan was free. "Papa," whispered Spero, "come with me. There is a man lying over there who sacrificed himself for me."
"Ah, really, every one does as he pleases," said Gontram. "Do you know I came here to-day to ask a favor of you?" "You couldn't do me a greater pleasure," replied Spero, cheerfully; "everything I possess is at your disposal." "I thought so; the next time you will offer me your millions," cried Gontram, laughing. "I hope you will ask me for something besides wretched money," said Spero, warmly.
Your life is that of a drop of oil which when put in a bottle of water feels itself in a strange element and decidedly uncomfortable." Spero bit his lip. "Am I ever going to hear what service I can do for you?" he asked with a calmness which reflected honor on his powers of self-control. "Bravo, you have already learned something.
Spero, tired out by the fatigues of the day, had fallen asleep, and the father often gazed with pleasure at the finely chiselled face. How many dreams and hopes rested on this son! Yes, when he gazed at Spero, he had to confess that he had dealt too harshly with Morcerf. If he had been a father at that time, he would have hesitated before he had carried out his plan of vengeance.
"You speak of imagination," interrupted Spero, "while I told you of something that I actually have experienced. I heard the words clearly and legibly; the voice was strange to me, and yet there was something sincere in it which struck me." "Curious! Perhaps some one has played a joke upon you." "That would not be improbable, yet I do not believe it. The words were spoken seriously."
She threw herself into Spero's arms to save her lover, and received the death-blow from his hand! The moment Spero breathed his last, loud cries were heard throughout the house, and many voices called Spero's name. Benedetto grew pale. How could he save himself? Only one way was left to him, and he hesitated to carry it out. Hasty steps were now heard coming along the corridor.
Gold and diamonds are scattered about the floor." Monte-Cristo frowned. Was there a thief on board? "Come, Spero," he said, and, followed by Jacopo, father and son hurried to the cabin. As the Corsican had said, the cabin was indeed open, and the carpet was strewn with emeralds, rubies, and other precious stones.
Mark's Hospital and Church, the latter a very creditable piece of lumber-work, with 500 seats in nave and aisles. But now everything hereabouts is 'down in its luck. This puerile copy, or rather caricature, of the United States can console itself only by saying, 'Spero meliora. I had no call to land at Cape Palmas. All my friends had passed away; the Rev.
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