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He
did
so
,
and
thus
doubled
his
income
.
The
celebrated
breviary
remained
in
the
family
,
and
was
in
the
count
's
possession
.
It
had
been
handed
down
from
father
to
son
;
for
the
singular
clause
of
the
only
will
that
had
been
found
,
had
caused
it
to
be
regarded
as
a
genuine
relic
,
preserved
in
the
family
with
superstitious
veneration
.
It
was
an
illuminated
book
,
with
beautiful
Gothic
characters
,
and
so
weighty
with
gold
,
that
a
servant
always
carried
it
before
the
cardinal
on
days
of
great
solemnity
.
"
At
the
sight
of
papers
of
all
sorts
--
titles
,
contracts
,
parchments
,
which
were
kept
in
the
archives
of
the
family
,
all
descending
from
the
poisoned
cardinal
,
I
in
my
turn
examined
the
immense
bundles
of
documents
,
like
twenty
servitors
,
stewards
,
secretaries
before
me
;
but
in
spite
of
the
most
exhaustive
researches
,
I
found
--
nothing
.
Yet
I
had
read
,
I
had
even
written
a
precise
history
of
the
Borgia
family
,
for
the
sole
purpose
of
assuring
myself
whether
any
increase
of
fortune
had
occurred
to
them
on
the
death
of
the
Cardinal
Caesar
Spada
;
but
could
only
trace
the
acquisition
of
the
property
of
the
Cardinal
Rospigliosi
,
his
companion
in
misfortune
.
"
I
was
then
almost
assured
that
the
inheritance
had
neither
profited
the
Borgias
nor
the
family
,
but
had
remained
unpossessed
like
the
treasures
of
the
Arabian
Nights
,
which
slept
in
the
bosom
of
the
earth
under
the
eyes
of
the
genie
.
I
searched
,
ransacked
,
counted
,
calculated
a
thousand
and
a
thousand
times
the
income
and
expenditure
of
the
family
for
three
hundred
years
.
It
was
useless
.
I
remained
in
my
ignorance
,
and
the
Count
of
Spada
in
his
poverty
.
My
patron
died
.
He
had
reserved
from
his
annuity
his
family
papers
,
his
library
,
composed
of
five
thousand
volumes
,
and
his
famous
breviary
.
All
these
he
bequeathed
to
me
,
with
a
thousand
Roman
crowns
,
which
he
had
in
ready
money
,
on
condition
that
I
would
have
anniversary
masses
said
for
the
repose
of
his
soul
,
and
that
I
would
draw
up
a
genealogical
tree
and
history
of
his
house
.
All
this
I
did
scrupulously
.
Be
easy
,
my
dear
Edmond
,
we
are
near
the
conclusion
.
"
In
1807
,
a
month
before
I
was
arrested
,
and
a
fortnight
after
the
death
of
the
Count
of
Spada
,
on
the
25th
of
December
(
you
will
see
presently
how
the
date
became
fixed
in
my
memory
)
,
I
was
reading
,
for
the
thousandth
time
,
the
papers
I
was
arranging
,
for
the
palace
was
sold
to
a
stranger
,
and
I
was
going
to
leave
Rome
and
settle
at
Florence
,
intending
to
take
with
me
twelve
thousand
francs
I
possessed
,
my
library
,
and
the
famous
breviary
,
when
,
tired
with
my
constant
labor
at
the
same
thing
,
and
overcome
by
a
heavy
dinner
I
had
eaten
,
my
head
dropped
on
my
hands
,
and
I
fell
asleep
about
three
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
.
I
awoke
as
the
clock
was
striking
six
.
I
raised
my
head
;
I
was
in
utter
darkness
.
I
rang
for
a
light
,
but
as
no
one
came
,
I
determined
to
find
one
for
myself
.
It
was
indeed
but
anticipating
the
simple
manners
which
I
should
soon
be
under
the
necessity
of
adopting
.
I
took
a
wax-candle
in
one
hand
,
and
with
the
other
groped
about
for
a
piece
of
paper
(
my
match-box
being
empty
)
,
with
which
I
proposed
to
get
a
light
from
the
small
flame
still
playing
on
the
embers
.
Fearing
,
however
,
to
make
use
of
any
valuable
piece
of
paper
,
I
hesitated
for
a
moment
,
then
recollected
that
I
had
seen
in
the
famous
breviary
,
which
was
on
the
table
beside
me
,
an
old
paper
quite
yellow
with
age
,
and
which
had
served
as
a
marker
for
centuries
,
kept
there
by
the
request
of
the
heirs
.
I
felt
for
it
,
found
it
,
twisted
it
up
together
,
and
putting
it
into
the
expiring
flame
,
set
light
to
it
.
"
But
beneath
my
fingers
,
as
if
by
magic
,
in
proportion
as
the
fire
ascended
,
I
saw
yellowish
characters
appear
on
the
paper
.
I
grasped
it
in
my
hand
,
put
out
the
flame
as
quickly
as
I
could
,
lighted
my
taper
in
the
fire
itself
,
and
opened
the
crumpled
paper
with
inexpressible
emotion
,
recognizing
,
when
I
had
done
so
,
that
these
characters
had
been
traced
in
mysterious
and
sympathetic
ink
,
only
appearing
when
exposed
to
the
fire
;
nearly
one-third
of
the
paper
had
been
consumed
by
the
flame
.
It
was
that
paper
you
read
this
morning
;
read
it
again
,
Dantes
,
and
then
I
will
complete
for
you
the
incomplete
words
and
unconnected
sense
.
"
Faria
,
with
an
air
of
triumph
,
offered
the
paper
to
Dantes
,
who
this
time
read
the
following
words
,
traced
with
an
ink
of
a
reddish
color
resembling
rust
:
--
"
This
25th
day
of
April
,
1498
,
be
...
Alexander
VI.
,
and
fearing
that
not
...
he
may
desire
to
become
my
heir
,
and
re
...
and
Bentivoglio
,
who
were
poisoned
,
...
my
sole
heir
,
that
I
have
bu
...
and
has
visited
with
me
,
that
is
,
in
...
Island
of
Monte
Cristo
,
all
I
poss
...
jewels
,
diamonds
,
gems
;
that
I
alone
...
may
amount
to
nearly
two
mil
...
will
find
on
raising
the
twentieth
ro
...
creek
to
the
east
in
a
right
line
.
Two
open
...
in
these
caves
;
the
treasure
is
in
the
furthest
a
...
which
treasure
I
bequeath
and
leave
en
...
as
my
sole
heir
.
"
25th
April
,
1498
.
"
Caes
...
