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Monte-Cristo’s daughter
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Extrait du chapitre 20 The isle of Monte-Cristo
At the bottom of the stairway Ali received them,
conducting them into a vast chamber that had evidently
once possessed great splendor, but was at present dingy
and dust-covered as if it had been long deserted. It was
the apartment in which Monte-Cristo as Sinbad the Sailor
had welcomed the Baron Franz d'Epinay years before, but
the crimson brocade, worked with flowers of gold, though
it still lined the chamber as it did then, was now faded
and moth-eaten, while the Turkey carpet in which the
Baron's feet had sunk to the instep, as well as the
tapestry hanging in front of the doors, was in the same
condition. The divan in the recess had been riddled by
worms and the silver scabbards of the stand of Arabian
swords that surmounted it were tarnished, the gems in
the handles of the weapons alone retaining their
brilliancy. The once beautiful lamp of Venice glass
hanging from the ceiling, which Ali had filled and
lighted, was also tarnished and its delicately shaped
globe was cracked from top to bottom. Monte-Cristo sadly
contemplated this scene of ruin and decay but he
contemplated it only for a moment. Then he turned to
Zuleika and said:
"My child, this was once my salon and its beauty riveted
the eyes of all who saw it, but I deserted it and time
has done its work, aided by neglect - its beauty is no
more! Shall I raise another ghost of the past and show
you its former occupant?"
"Surely, I see him before me, do I not ?" said Zuleika, gazing tenderly at her father.
"Not as he was, my child, not as he was. Wait here a few moments, with my faithful Ali as your guard and protector, and I will invoke the fantastic apparition!"
As he spoke he raised the faded tapestry, revealing the door leading to the inner apartment; opening this door and closing it behind him he was lost to sight; the tapestry fell back to its place, masking the point of entrance.
After a brief absence he reappeared dressed in his famous Tunisian costume, but that, alas! had also lost its pristine glory like everything else in this abandoned subterranean abode. Still the wrecks were there - the red cap with the long blue silk tassel; the vest of black cloth embroidered with gold; the pantaloons of deep red; the large, full gaiters of the same color, embroidered with gold like the vest; the yellow slippers; the cachemire around his waist, and the small, crooked cangiar passed through his girdle.
Zuleika gazed at him in amazement. In his faded, tarnished, moth-eaten finery he, indeed, looked like a fantastic apparition, a picturesque ghost of the past.
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