Volume I Part 62 (1/2)
”In the engine room, close to the boiler His brain must be half roasted already”
A cloud passed over the count's face
”Who are you?” he said, turning to the stranger
The man remained motionless It was plain he did not understand the question
The count no that the ue
”I aer subet to the shi+p?”
The Arabian was silent
Monte-Cristo looked at the ain, and soon comprehended that the man was a hypocrite and an io back to his home or else he was a spy
”You were in France?” the count suddenly said to the Arabian; ”how did you get there?”
”In one of the shi+ps of your nation”
”How long ago is that?”
”Woe to him who counts the days and hours”
”Why did you not come to me? Were you afraid I would refuse to take you on board?”
”Was I to beg?” asked the Arabian, disdainfully
”What would you do if I were to put you adrift in a bark?”
”Allah is great!”
Coucou understood enough of Arabian to coer's words He would have given anything to have been able to carry out the count's threats; he advanced a step, but Monte-Cristo saw his intention and motioned hi to put yourself in my power
Nevertheless, I shall be hospitable to you Go!”
Turning to Coucou, he said:
”This uest, and as such he must be sacred to you”
The Arab bowed, put his hand to his forehead, and turned toward the stairs