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"I believe you," said the painter; "the vicomte is, by the way, a man of serious ideas, an ascetic, who does not care for worldly pleasures." Spero protested with a shake of the head, and muttered some disconnected words. Carmen, however, noticed that his thoughts were elsewhere.
Spero autem quod vel huic philosophandi modo, vel veriori, alicui, principia hic posita lucem aliquam praebebunt."
Jane's companion looked at the vicomte in an embarrassed way; he evidently wished to say something to him, but had not the courage to do so. The next minute the horses started and the carriage rolled away. Spero looked after the equipage as long as it could be seen and then called for his coachman, as he wished to go home too.
The effect was instantaneous. Jane uttered a deep sigh, and looked at the young man with returning consciousness. "Spero!" she cried. "You here in this terrible place? Oh, go go away; you must not stay here." "Jane, I have come to take you with me." "No! oh, no! I am accursed! I must not accompany you!" sobbed the young girl. "What nonsense, child.
You are not happy because you are the slave of propriety, and if you were to get in a stage with me it would be a heroic act on your part. If you want to go out, a carriage is at the door, the horses already harnessed. You have your own box at the theatre, and so on. Nowhere do you come in contact with the great world; your life is no life." Spero gazed at the painter in astonishment.
In consternation the young wife pulled a dagger sparkling with diamonds out of her waist, and offered it to Monte-Cristo. "Strike!" she said, with faltering voice. "What good am I in this world if you and Spero leave me? Well, why are you hesitating? Take my heart out of me, but leave me Spero." She knelt at Monte-Cristo's feet, and embraced his knee.
She pointed to Spero, who had again fallen asleep, and Monte-Cristo, frightened in spite of himself, said: "Speak. I will not interrupt you again." "My father," began Medje hastily, "was a mighty Kabyle chief. He was a wise man and his tribe was industrious and prosperous. "Then came the day when your countrymen, the French, set foot on our sacred shores.
"Oh, how glad I am it was only a dream! I will tell it to you." "Speak, Spero, I am listening. You know," he consolingly added, "dreams are untrue." "Yes, you have often told me that, and yet " The child paused and looked timidly in the corner of the tent. "Why do you look so timidly over there?" asked the count, anxiously.
"What was that?" cried Spero. "A shot, and, as I fear, a crime," said Gontram, softly. The young men hurried in the direction from which the shot came, and were soon in a small pathway which was lighted up by the faint gleam of the moon. On the ground a motionless form lay.
"Speak, it is already granted." "Vicomte, the count never calls me Auguste, which is my baptismal name, but Coucou. If you would call me Coucou, I " "With pleasure. Well, then, Coucou, you know nothing further?" "Nothing." "It is good. You can go." The Zouave turned toward the door. When he had nearly reached it, Spero cried: "Coucou, stay a moment." "Just as you say, vicomte."
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