-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Александр Дюма
-
- Граф Монте-Кристо
-
- Стр. 439/1279
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Beauchamp
,
my
good
fellow
,
you
know
I
am
starving
,
"
said
Debray
:
"
do
not
set
him
off
on
some
long
story
.
"
"
Well
,
I
do
not
prevent
your
sitting
down
to
table
,
"
replied
Beauchamp
,
"
Chateau
--
Renaud
can
tell
us
while
we
eat
our
breakfast
.
"
"
Gentlemen
,
"
said
Morcerf
,
"
it
is
only
a
quarter
past
ten
,
and
I
expect
some
one
else
.
"
"
Ah
,
true
,
a
diplomatist
!
"
observed
Debray
.
"
Diplomat
or
not
,
I
do
n't
know
;
I
only
know
that
he
charged
himself
on
my
account
with
a
mission
,
which
he
terminated
so
entirely
to
my
satisfaction
,
that
had
I
been
king
,
I
should
have
instantly
created
him
knight
of
all
my
orders
,
even
had
I
been
able
to
offer
him
the
Golden
Fleece
and
the
Garter
.
"
"
Well
,
since
we
are
not
to
sit
down
to
table
,
"
said
Debray
,
"
take
a
glass
of
sherry
,
and
tell
us
all
about
it
.
"
"
You
all
know
that
I
had
the
fancy
of
going
to
Africa
.
"
"
It
is
a
road
your
ancestors
have
traced
for
you
,
"
said
Albert
gallantly
.
"
Yes
?
but
I
doubt
that
your
object
was
like
theirs
--
to
rescue
the
Holy
Sepulchre
.
"
"
You
are
quite
right
,
Beauchamp
,
"
observed
the
young
aristocrat
.
"
It
was
only
to
fight
as
an
amateur
.
I
can
not
bear
duelling
since
two
seconds
,
whom
I
had
chosen
to
arrange
an
affair
,
forced
me
to
break
the
arm
of
one
of
my
best
friends
,
one
whom
you
all
know
--
poor
Franz
d'Epinay
.
"
