The Count of Monte-Cristo, Volume 1

Chapman and Hall, 1846 - 464 páginas
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Borrowing from a Timbuk 3's song, Edmond Dantès' future is so bright, he needs to wear shades. He has recently been promoted to captain of his own ship and he is about to marry his beloved, Mercedes ... Ler crítica na íntegra

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Summary: Set in the Napoleanic era, Edmond Dantes is betrayed by an enemy he thought to be his best friend. After a long, miserable imprisonment Edmund is a changed man and now he must decide on ... Ler crítica na íntegra

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Página 145 - In two or three hours," thought Dantes, "the turnkey will enter my chamber, find the body of my poor friend, recognize it, seek for me in vain, and give the alarm. Then the tunnel will be discovered; the men who cast me into the sea and who must have heard the cry I uttered, will be questioned. Then boats filled with armed soldiers will pursue the wretched fugitive. The cannon will warn every one to refuse shelter to a man wandering about naked and famished. The police of Marseilles will be on the...
Página 148 - That's not fair," said the seaman who had saved Dantes; "for you know more than we do." "What is that to you, Jacopo?" returned the captain. "Every one is free to ask what he pleases.
Página 144 - Edmond felt the rock beneath which he lay tremble, the waves, dashing themselves against the granite rock, wetted him with their spray. In safety, as he was, he felt himself become giddy in the midst of this war of the elements and the dazzling brightness of the lightning. It seemed to him that the island trembled to its base, and that it would, like a vessel at anchor, break her moorings and bear him off into the centre of the storm.
Página 140 - ... hoping that the weight would not be too heavy for him to support. If he was deceived in this and the earth proved too heavy, he would be stifled, and then, so much the better, all would be over. Dantes had not eaten since the previous evening, but he had not thought of hunger or thirst, nor did he now think of it.
Página 146 - ... direction they were pursuing. They were rapidly leaving the Chateau d'lf behind. Dantes was so exhausted that the exclamation of joy he uttered was mistaken for a sigh. As we have said, he was lying on the deck, a sailor was rubbing his limbs with a woollen cloth ; another, whom he recognised as the one who had cried out
Página 245 - One evening a wolf emerged from a pine wood near which they were usually stationed, but had scarcely advanced ten yards ere he was dead. Proud of this exploit, Vampa took the dead animal on his shoulders, and carried him to the farm. All these circumstances had gained Luigi considerable reputation. The man of superior abilities always finds admirers, go where he will. He was spoken of as the most adroit, the strongest, and the most courageous contadino for ten leagues round ; and although Teresa...
Página 144 - Then all became dark again. Dantes ran down the rocks at the risk of being himself dashed to pieces ; he listened, he strove to examine, but he heard and saw nothing, — all human cries had ceased ; and the tempest alone continued to rage. By degrees the wind abated ; vast grey clouds rolled towards the west ; and the blue firmament appeared studded with bright stars.
Página 282 - A man has carried off your mistress, a man has seduced your wife, a man has dishonoured your daughter; he has rendered the whole life of one who had the right to expect from heaven that portion of happiness God has promised to every one of his creatures, an existence of misery and infamy; and you think you are avenged because you send a ball through the head, or pass a sword through the breast, of that man who has planted madness in your brain, and despair in your heart.
Página 47 - Stop a moment," said the deputy, as Dantes took his hat and gloves. "To whom is it addressed?" "To Monsieur Noirtier, Rue Coq-Heron, Paris." Had a thunderbolt fallen into the room, Villefort could not have been more stupefied. He sank into his seat, and hastily turning over the packet, drew forth the fatal letter, at which he glanced with an expression of terror. "M. Noirtier, Rue Coq-Heron, No. 13," murmured he, growing still paler. "Yes," said Dantes; "do you know him?" "No," replied Villefort;...

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