The Count of Monte Cristo (French: Le Comte de Monte-Cristo) is an adventure novel by Alexandre Dumas, père. It is often considered, along with The Three Musketeers, as Dumas's most popular work.
a weird feeling of envious discontent filled his mind as son of mirth and marrying music from the joyous revelers reach even the miserable hostile ray to which he still clung mort ford sheltered and profited afforded cadderoos then was as usual at his place of observation before the door his eyes glancing listlessly from a piece of shaven glass on which some foals run industriously though fruitlessly interfering to turn up some grain or insects suited to their pellets to the deserted road which led the weight of north and south when he was aroused while shrill voice of his wife and grumbling to himself as he went he mounted toward chamber first taking care however to set the entrance store wide open as an invitation to any chess traveler who might be passing at the moment cadillac quitted this century-like watch before the door the road in which he so eagerly strained his side was voided lonely as a desert at midnight there replaced stretching out into one interminable line of dust and sand with its sides of order of eye tall near trees all together presenting so uninviting an appearance that no one in the senses could have imagined that any traveler at liberty to regulate his hours for journeying would choose to expose himself in such a formidable sahara nevertheless had cataracts but retained exposed a few minutes longer he might have cut them out line of something approaching from the direction of valguard as moving object could look nearer he would easily have perceived that it consisted of a man and horse between whom the kindest and most viable understanding appeared to exist the horse was a hungarian breed and ambled along at an easy pace his rider was a priest dressed in black and wearing a three-cornered head and despite the blood and rays of non-day's sun the pair came on a fair degree of rapidity having arrived before the pawn to guard the horse stopped but whether for his own pleasure or that of his rather would have been difficult to say however that might have been the priest is mounting levis stood by the bridle in search of some place to which he could secure him availing himself of a handle that projected from a half-fallen door he tied the animals safely and having drawn a red cotton handkerchief from his pocket wiped away the perspiration that streamed from his brawl then advancing to the door struck twice with the end of his iron shot stick at this unusual sound a huge black thug came rushing to meet daring assailants at his ordinary tranquil bud snarling and displaying sharp white teeth with the determined hostility that eventually proved how little he was accustomed to society at that moment a heavy footstep was heard descending the wooden staircase that led from the upper floor and with many balls and courteous smiles my host of the pawn to card deserved his guests to enter you are welcome sir most welcome repeatedly astonished schedules now then margot time cried he speaking to the dog will he be quiet pray don't hate him sir he only barks he never bites i make no doubt a glass of good wine would be acceptable this dreadful hot day then perceiving for the first time the garbage traveler he had to entertain kendra's astley exclaimed a thousand pardons i really did not observe whom i had the honor to receive under my poor roof what would the heavy place to have what refreshment can i offer all i have is a disservice the priest case on the person addressing him with a long and searching gaze there even seen the disposition on his part to court a similar scrutiny on the part of the innkeeper then observing incontinence of the letter no other expression and extreme surprise that his own wanted attention to an inquiry so courteously worth it he'd even it as well to terminate his damn show and therefore...