The Count of Monte Cristo (Penguin Classics)
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"On what slender threads do life and fortune hang"
Thrown in prison for a crime he has not committed, Edmond Dantes is confined to the grim fortress of If. There he learns of a great hoard of treasure hidden on the Isle of Monte Cristo and he becomes determined not only to escape, but also to unearth the treasure and use it to plot the destruction of the three men responsible for his incarceration. Dumas’ epic tale of suffering and retribution, inspired by a real-life case of wrongful imprisonment, was a huge popular success when it was first serialized in the 1840s.
Robin Buss’s lively English translation is complete and unabridged, and remains faithful to the style of Dumas’s original. This edition includes an introduction, explanatory notes and suggestions for further reading.
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you then, but do not forget my recipe.” “Most assuredly not, madame, for that would mean forgetting the hour’s conversation I have just had with you, and that would be impossible.” Monte Cristo bowed and went out. Mme de Villefort remained standing, wrapt in thought. “He is a strange man,” said she, “and I could almost believe his baptismal name is Adelmonte.” As for Monte Cristo, the results had far surpassed all expectations. “Here is fruitful soil,” said he to himself as he went away. “I
from the other. Everyone was now united in the salon. Valentine was so pale that one could trace the blue veins round her eyes and down her cheeks. After arranging his papers on the table in true lawyer-like fashion, the notary seated himself in an armchair, and taking off his eyeglasses turned to Franz. “Are you Monsieur Franz de Quesnel, Baron d’Epinay?” he asked, though he knew perfectly well that he was. “Yes, monsieur,” replied Franz. The notary bowed. “I must warn you, monsieur,” he
that you shall live at Marseilles while I go to Africa, where I shall win the right to the name I have adopted in the place of the one I have cast aside. I joined the Spahis yesterday, or rather, I thought that as my body was my own, I could sell it. Yesterday I took the place of another. And I sold myself for more than I thought I was worth,” he continued, trying to smile. “That is to say, for two thousand francs.” “So these thousand francs ... ?” inquired Mercédès, trembling. “It is half the
to calm Noirtier, for he turned away his eyes. Villefort, on the other hand, tore open his coat, for it was choking him, and, passing his hand over his brow, returned to his study. The night was cold and calm; everybody in the house had gone to bed as usual, only Villefort once more remained up and worked till five o’clock in the morning. The first sitting of the assizes was to take place the next day, which was a Monday. Villefort saw that day dawn pale and gloomy. He dropped off to
started back. “If you wish to go alone, monsieur, I will inform madame.” For a moment Villefort remained silent, digging his fingernails into his cheek, the paleness of which was accentuated by his ebony black hair. “Tell madame that I wish to speak to her,” he said at length, “and that I request her to wait for me in her room. Then come and shave me.” “Yes, monsieur.” The valet returned almost immediately, and, after having shaved Villefort, helped him into a sombre black suit. When he had