John Hagedorn
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1,833 appearances
5 recordings
1 series
first heard Dec 2025
last heard 29 Mar
John Hagedorn’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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But notwithstanding the serene sky, the gracefully formed boats, and the golden light in which the whole scene was bathed, the Count of Monte Cristo, wrapped in his cloak, could think only of this terrible voyage, the details of which were one by one recalled to his memory.
The solitary light burning at the Catlins, that first sight of the Chateau D'If, which told him whither they were leading him, the struggle with the gendarmes when he wished to throw himself overboard—
his despair when he found himself vanquished, and the sensation when the muzzle of the car being touched his forehead, all these were brought before him in vivid and frightful reality.
Like the streams which the heat of the summer has dried up, and which after the autumnal storms gradually begin oozing drop by drop, so did the Count feel his heart gradually fill with the bitterness which formerly nearly overwhelmed Edmond Dante's.
Clear sky, swift flitting boats, and brilliant sunshine disappeared.
The heavens were hung with black, and the gigantic structure of the chateau deep seemed like the phantom of a mortal enemy.
As they reached the shore, the count instinctively shrunk to the extreme end of the boat, and the owner was obliged to call out, in his sweetest tone of voice, "'Sir, we are at the landing.'
Monte Cristo remembered that on that very spot, on the same rock, he had been violently dragged by the guards, who forced him to ascend the slope at the points of their bayonets.
The journey had seemed very long to Dantes, but Monte Cristo found it equally short.
Each stroke of the oar seemed to awaken a new throng of ideas which sprang up with the flying spray of the sea.
There had been no prisoners confined in the Chateau D'If since the Revolution of July.
It was only inhabited by a guard, kept there for the prevention of smuggling.
A concierge waited at the door to exhibit to visitors this monument of curiosity, once a scene of terror.
The Count inquired whether any of the ancient jailers were still there, but they had all been pensioned or had passed on to some other employment.
The concierge who attended him had only been there since 1830.
Monte Cristo visited his own dungeon.
He again beheld the dull light vainly endeavoring to penetrate the narrow opening.
His eyes rested upon the spot where had stood his bed, since then removed, and behind the bed the new stones indicated where the breach made by the abuferia had been.
Monte Cristo felt his limbs tremble.
He seated himself upon a log of wood.
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