John Hagedorn

Tervetuloa kaikki taas 1001 Stories for the Road. Tämä on teidän järjestäjänne, John Hagedorn. Tänään kaksi kertaa Moni-Kristosta Aleksandra Dumasin kertaa. Ensimmäinen kertaa, 101, on nimeltään Locusta. Locusta oli tosi suuri poistinjohtaja ensimmäisen ajan romalaisen empiiriin. Hän oli aktiivinen viimeisimmät kaksi rangaista Julio-Claudian dinastiin.

She supposedly took part in the assassinations of Claudius and Britannicus. She was a favorite of Emperor Nero for several years, and Nero had her provide training to other poisoners in his service. Following Nero's death, Locusta was executed by his successor, Galba. So someone's going to be getting a visit from Locusta very soon.

Valentine was alone. Two other clocks, slower than that of Saint-Philippe du Roule, struck the hour of midnight from different directions, and accepting the rumbling of a few carriages, all was silent. Then Valentine's attention was engrossed by the clock in her room, which marked the seconds. She began counting them, remarking that they were much slower than the beatings of her heart, and still she doubted.

The inoffensive Valentine could not imagine that anyone should desire her death. Why should they? To what end? What had she done to excite the malice of an enemy? There was no fear of her falling asleep. One terrible idea pressed upon her mind, that someone existed in the world who had attempted to assassinate her, and he was about to endeavor to do so again.

Ajattelisiin, että tämä henkilö, joka olisi syrjähtynyt poistumisesta, pitäisi, kuten Matti Christo kertoi, saada ristiriita. Mikä jos valintakunti ei saisi aikaa mennä ristiriitaan? Mikä jos hänen viimeiset minuutit tulisivat, ja hän ei taas näe Moraelaa? Kun tämä huonot ideaatit esiintyivät itseään, Valentin oli melkein tunnustunut sääntämään valinnan ja kutsumaan apua. Mutta kautta kautta hän nähtäisi, että näkee valintakuntin luomisen näkökulman.

That eye which lived in her memory and the recollection overwhelmed her with so much shame that she asked herself whether any amount of gratitude could ever repay his adventurous and devoted friendship. Twenty minutes. Twenty tedious minutes passed thus, and at last the clock struck the half hour. Just then the sound of fingernails slightly grating against the door of the library informed Valentine that the Count was still watching, and recommended her to do the same.

At the same time, on the opposite side, that is towards Edward's room, Valentine fancied that she heard the creaking of the floor. She listened attentively, holding her breath till she was nearly suffocated. The lock turned and the door slowly opened.

Valentine had raised herself upon her elbow and had scarcely time to throw herself down on the bed and shade her eyes with her arm. Then, trembling, agitated, and her heart beating with indescribable terror, she awaited the event. Someone approached the bed and drew back the curtains. Valentine summoned every effort and breathed with that regular respiration which announces tranquil sleep.

Sanoi vahva ääni. Silti silmällä, Valentin oli toivonut, ettei ilmaista. Sitten kaikki oli silti, vaikka Valentin kuuli melkein ääneen ääneen jotain lihettä, jota hän puutti kohdallaan. Sitten hän yritti ottaa yläpäätään ja katsoa yläpäätään. Hän katsoi naisen valkoisen kappaleen, joka puutti lihettä kohdallaan.

During this short time Valentine must have held her breath or moved in some slight degree, for the woman, disturbed, stopped and leaned over the bed in order the better to ascertain whether Valentine slept. The woman was Madame de Villefort. On recognizing her stepmother, Valentine could not repress a shudder, which caused a vibration in the bed.

Madame de Villefort tuntui nopeasti takaisin kohdalle, ja sieltä, ylöpöydällä. Hän katsoi silmällisesti ja kiinnostavasti valentiaiden pahimmat muutokset. Hän huomioi monenlaisen huolimman Monte-Cristoa. Hän huomioi, että käynti, joka ei pysy filtaan, pysyy pitkällä kärpällä.

Silloin, kun käsittelee koko pysyvän, hän vahvistaa itseään. Mutta tämä yksityiskohtainen tehtävä, joka on yleensä niin helppo tehtävä, tuli melkein ei-mahdollisena tällä hetkellä. Niin paljon, että yllätyskysymykset pysyivät ylöspäin ja oppivat totuutta. Madame de Villefort, joka oli yllättynyt silmään, joka oli yksityiskohtaisesti valmentunut,

Again extended her hand, and half hidden by the curtains, succeeded in emptying the contents of the file into the glass. Then she retired so gently that Valentine did not know she left the room. She only witnessed the withdrawal of the arm. The fair, round arm of a woman but 25 years old, and who yet spread death all around her.

It is impossible to describe the sensations experienced by Valentine during the minute and a half Madame de Villefort remained in the room. The grating against the library door aroused the young girl from the stupor in which she was plunged and which almost amounted to insensibility. She raised her head with an effort. The noiseless door again turned on its hinges and the Count of Monte Cristo reappeared. Well, said he, do you still doubt?

Oh, murmured the young girl. Have you seen? Alas, did you recognize? Valentine groaned. Oh, yes, she said. I saw, but I cannot believe. Would you rather die then and cause Maximilian's death? Oh, repeated the young girl, almost bewildered.

Can I not leave the house? Can I not escape? Valentine, the hand which now threatens you will pursue you everywhere. Your servants will be seduced with gold, and death will be offered to you disguised in every shape. You will find it in the water you drink from the spring, in the fruit you pluck from the tree. But did you not say that my kind grandfather's precaution had neutralized the poison?

Yes, but not against a strong dose. The poison will be changed, and the quantity increased. He took a glass and raised it to his lips. It's already done, he said. Brucine is no longer employed, but a simple narcotic. I can recognize the flavor of the alcohol in which it has been dissolved. If you had taken what Madame de Villefort has poured into your glass, Valentine, you would be dying now.

But, exclaimed the young girl, why am I thus pursued? Why? Are you so kind, so good, so unsuspicious of ill, that you cannot understand, Valentine? No, I've never injured her. But you are rich, Valentine. You have 200,000 livres a year, and you prevent her son from enjoying those 200,000 livres.

How so? The fortune is not her gift, but is inherited from my relations. Certainly, and that is why Monsieur and Madame de Saint-Moran have died. That is why Monsieur Nortier was sentenced the day he made you his heir. That is why you, in your turn, are to die. It is because your father would inherit your property, and your brother, his only son, succeed to his.

Poor child. Are all these crimes committed on his account? Ah, then you at length understand. Heaven grant that this may not be visited upon him. Valentine, you are an angel. But why is my grandfather allowed to live?