THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO. 1. Chapter 1 Marseilles -- The Arrival n the 24th of February, , the look-out at. Notre-Dame de la Garde signalled the. The Count of Monte. Cristo by Alexandre Dumas, Pere. Styled by LimpidSoft .. for ten minutes at the island of Monte Cristo to settle the dispute–a proposition. Free site book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg.

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He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow of eighteen or twenty, with black eyes, and hair as dark as a raven's wing; and his whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to contend with danger.

Morrel," replied the young man,—"a great misfortune, for me especially! Off Civita Vecchia we lost our brave Captain Leclere. Morrel; and I think you will be satisfied on that head.

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But poor Captain Leclere—" "What happened to him? The young sailor gave a look to see that his orders were promptly and accurately obeyed, and then turned again to the owner. After a long talk with the harbor-master, Captain Leclere left Naples greatly disturbed in mind. In twenty-four hours he was attacked by a fever, and died three days afterwards. We performed the usual burial service, and he is at his rest, sewn up in his hammock with a thirty-six pound shot at his head and his heels, off El Giglio island.

We bring to his widow his sword and cross of honor.

It was worth while, truly," added the young man with a melancholy smile, "to make war against the English for ten years, and to die in his bed at last, like everybody else. In , the year when The Sicily in He was part of Garibaldi's fight to make Italy into Count of Monte Cristo begins, he returned to his home country. His friends joined him there and he went to Dumas wrote this book in He got the idea from a true Paris. Napoleon reached story about a French shoemaker who was going to marry a rich Paris on 20th March and became the ruler of France for one woman.

His enemies lied about him and he went to prison. Then he lost a great fight at Waterloo and he was There, a man told him about some treasure hidden in Italy. When sent to the island of St Helena.

He died there in He became a We read about another real person in this book - Cesare Borgia. The Borgia family played an important part in Italian history. His father, Roderigo Borgia, Musketeers, about France in the s.

Cesare was a politician and popular because they were full of brave men, beautiful women, a soldier. He fought for, and won, many Italian cities, but he was a dangerous adventures and excitement. Dumas wrote more than hard and unkind ruler. After his father died, Cesare went to prison. He turned his Later, he escaped to Spain and fought for the King of Navarre. Young people helped him with his books The prison of the Chateau d'If stands at the entrance to the and at the same time learned to write well.

They passed into the dining room and sat down to a magnificent feast. It was quite gloomy to look at. If the house had not belonged to the father-in-law 72 of the royal prosecutor, one might think it some cursed place where a horrible crime had been committed. It seemed to breathe sadness. I will show it to you and then we will take coffee in the garden.

They began walking through many rooms, all beautifully redecorated. They came to the room that was dark and not redecorated. A 73 declaration should be made before competent authorities.

The other guests followed. In it was the skeleton of a newly born infant. Who said it was buried alive? Monte Cristo saw that the two persons for whom he had prepared this scene could bear no more.

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The rest of the evening passed quietly. Danglars spent much time talking with the Cavalcantis. He was charmed by the size of their fortune. He invited the major to ride home in his carriage. Count Andrea called for his own. Just as he placed a polished boot on the carriage step, a hand touched his shoulder. Turning, he saw a strange, sunburned face covered in a beard. Take care or I may become troublesome. I shall look like a retired baker. This is my wish.

At the foot of the hill, he dismounted and climbed a winding path. At the summit, he found a hedge surrounding a little garden. Monte Cristo stepped back and struck himself against something crouching behind a wheelbarrow. A man of about fifty years rose with an exclamation.

Does it require much study to learn the art of telegraphing? Monte Cristo looked at the machine. They are indeed holidays to me. I plant, trim, prune, and kill insects all day long. Thank you, sir. It signals that in five minutes it will speak. I am not likely to do those things. Here are 15, francs. Five thousand to download a little house with two acres of land and the rest to add to your yearly income.

The next telegraph man repeated those same signals to be carried to the Minister of the Interior. Don Carlos has fled from Bourges and returned to Spain. The same evening the newspaper reported Don Carlos had returned to Spain. Those who had kept their bonds thought themselves ruined. A telegraphic signal was improperly intercepted because of fog.

This made a loss of 1 million francs to Danglars. The servant announced Monsieur Albert de Morcerf. Beauchamp exclaimed as his friend trampled the newspapers scattered around the room.

Here, I brought my copy with me. The Grand Vizier, Ali Tebelen, had possessed the greatest trust in the officer. You will print a denial of the statement, will you not? I will take pains to investigate the matter thoroughly. I will need three weeks. If I find the statement is false, I will print a denial.

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When the delay demanded by Beauchamp had nearly expired, Albert was wakened by his servant. The servant announced Beauchamp was waiting to speak to him. After dressing quickly, Albert found Beauchamp pacing the room where the servant had placed him. Here is a proof of it. It was a declaration of four noble men who lived in Yanina.

It proved Fernand Mondego had surrendered the castle for 2 million crowns. Albert tottered and fell into a chair. Do you wish these proofs to be destroyed? How shall I approach my father? My poor mother!

Let us walk. The count was delighted to receive his two friends. Albert accepted the offer, but Beauchamp decided to remain in Paris to watch the papers. As in every spot where the count stopped, all was comfort in Normandy. Life became easy as they went hunting and fishing. They dined overlooking the ocean and took tea in the library. Toward evening on the third day, Albert was sleeping in an armchair near the window.

Suddenly the sound of a horse at high speed woke him. He was surprised to see his own servant. The valet drew a small sealed parcel from his pocket, which contained a newspaper and a letter. Count, I thank you for your hospitality but I must return to Paris.

Quick, he is in a hurry. He has since added to his name a title of nobility and a family name. He now calls himself the Count de Morcerf. Beauchamp explained how he went to the House of Peers. There was a great stir among the usually calm groups of the noble assembly. The count was no favorite with his associates. He had chosen to act extremely self-important in order to maintain his position. He arrived completely ignorant of the news against him.

Eventually, an honorable peer went to the front of the assembly and all became silent. The count did not notice the introduction until he heard the names Yanina and Colonel Fernand.

The speaker called for an examination of the facts. The president put the proposal to a vote and it was decided the examination would take place. All were in their places promptly for the examination. Morcerf entered as the clock struck the last stroke of eight. The count began his defense. He produced documents that proved the chief officer Ali Tebelen had honored Fernand with all his confidence.

Ali Tebelen had trusted him to mediate with the emperor on his behalf. When Morcerf returned to defend his patron, he was dead. I heard they fell victim to sorrow and poverty. My life was in constant danger. I could not seek them, to my great regret.

He claims the honor of being heard. The doorkeeper appeared and behind him walked a female enveloped in a large veil. When she put aside her veil, all could see she was dressed in a Grecian costume and was remarkably beautiful. I am Haidee, the daughter of Ali Tebelen and Vasiliki, his beloved wife. And the record of the sale of myself and my mother to the slave merchant by the French officer. He sold us for , francs.

You are Fernand Mondego. It is you who surrendered the castle of Yanina. It is you who sold my mother and me to the merchant! The count looked around him and then flew from the room like a madman. Albert held his head in his hands, his face red with shame. Going through his drawers, Albert wrote a list of all his jewels, weapons, china, silver, and bronze pieces. His father got in the carriage and then it drove away.

Mercedes was doing the same in her rooms as he had just done. I have come to warn you that I bid farewell to your house. Have I deceived myself? But let us act promptly. He went out half an hour ago. As the coach stopped at the door, Bertuccio gave Albert a letter. Spare her the trial of poverty.

Twenty-four years ago I was betrothed to a lovely girl. I was bringing her gold louis, earned by ceaseless toil. I buried our treasure under a fig tree in the little garden of the house on the Allees de Meillan in Marseille. This money, which was to provide comfort to the woman I adored, may be devoted to the same use now. Mercedes and Albert did not hear Morcerf return as they read the letter.

He hid in a cabinet as they walked down the stairs and out the door. He then darted to his bedroom to watch his wife and son drive away. The moment the wheels of the coach crossed the gateway, a shot was heard and thick smoke escaped through the bedroom window.

You are, after all, going to marry the rich Mademoiselle Danglars! You take advantage. Trace the plan of the house on paper, my boy. When you go to Auteuil, the house is 96 unprotected. Caderousse carefully began to study the plan he had left on the table. The following day, Monte Cristo set out for Auteuil. Shortly after he arrived, Baptistin brought him a letter that warned him that his house was going to be burglarized that very night. After sunset, he and his servant Ali slipped aside a movable panel in his bedroom and entered a hidden compartment.

Near midnight they heard a grinding sound as the intruder cut through a window. Monte Cristo recognized Caderousse. He interrupted the thief while he was attempting to pry open a locked drawer. Caderousse drew a knife from his waistcoat and struck the count in the chest. To 97 his surprise, the knife flew back useless. The count seized his wrist and wrung it until the knife fell from his fingers.

Caderousse put his legs out the window and went down to the ground. As he began a quick slide to the street, a man came out of the shadows. Before Caderousse could defend himself, he was struck in the back.

Three blows and the murderer disappeared. It was Benedetto. You can sign it. He collected all his strength, signed it, and fell back with a groan.

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He was dead. The daring attempt to rob the count was the topic of discussion in Paris for the next two weeks. Villefort was preparing his proofs with 98 the same eagerness he exercised in all criminal cases. I sent them to Monsieur de Villefort to examine. At the same instant, guests rushed terrified into the main room. An officer and soldiers had entered the house.

Shortly after the night of the arrest, Monte Cristo again directed his coachman to bring him to see Monsieur Danglars.

The banker saw the carriage enter the courtyard and advanced to meet him with a sad smile. Myself, covered with mockery. And my daughter Eugenie has left us to travel! Danglars smiled at the good-natured response of the count. Will you allow me to finish them?

Please pay to my order, from my fund, the sum of a million. Baron Danglars. I have already drawn , I will take these five scraps as bonds. Here is a receipt in full. Danglars could not have experienced more terror. I promised to pay this morning. Monsieur de Monte Cristo has just carried off their 5 million. Monsieur de Boville said nothing, but nodded his head. I shall then be far away.

By the next day he was on his way to Rome to do business with the banking house of Thomson and French. He struck the letter with his right hand. I only needed a murder and here it is. It will be a splendid session! People spared no trouble to witness the trial. The judges and jury took their places in deep silence. A door opened and the accused appeared. The president called for the accusation, written by Villefort.

He read of the former life of the prisoner and his transformation to Prince Cavalcanti. He is named Villefort and I am ready to prove it. My father told my mother I was dead, wrapped me in a napkin marked with an H and an N, and buried me alive in the garden. He saw my father bury something.

He dug up the ground and found me still living. He left me at a hospital and a woman came to claim me. I was raised in Corsica. Father, do you wish to give the proofs?

We need no proofs. Everything relating to this young man is true.

The case will be tried next session by another prosecutor. He ran down the steps into the garden and saw Villefort digging the earth with fury. I will find him, though I dig forever!

After obtaining a room and eating a meal at a hotel in Rome, Danglars left in a hurry for the offices of Thomson and French. He did not notice a man following him. Danglars announced himself to the clerk and was ushered into a room. The man who followed him sat down on a bench in the front room.

Here you are, Peppino! Peppino followed Danglars, who sparkled with joy. Danglars leaped into a carriage like a young man. At his hotel, he ordered new horses for a journey to Venice and then Vienna. The sun set and Danglars dozed, thinking he would wake up when the coach reached the first posting-house. When the coach finally stopped, Danglars opened the door to dismount but a strong hand pushed him back and the coach rolled on.

At a word from the man on horseback, the carriage stopped. Peppino led him to a pit overhung by thick hedges and they disappeared into a small opening. There was no doubt.

Danglars was now in the hands of Roman banditti. Peppino took Danglars by the collar and dragged him past a guard to show his prize to his captain. Take him to his bed. A bolt grated. Danglars remembered Albert had been ransomed for 4, crowns. He considered himself worth 8, crowns to the bandits and assumed he would still have more than 5 million francs left.

He stretched out on the bed and fell asleep. When Danglars awoke, he thrust his hands in his pockets.Ask the porter for the key to the room on the fifth floor. It is time to return. I was bringing her gold louis, earned by ceaseless toil.

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He slipped his foot off the edge of a rock and fell from their view. Dressed in entirely new clothes, the son advanced into the room smiling. His black mustache and eyebrows looked strange with his almost white hair.

ISBN [1. As Morrel and his son embraced on the pier, a man with his face disguised by a black beard watched the scene with delight. Is this the end of all hope?