Edmond Dantès
The yacht moved forward, indeed, but so slowly that it scarcely appeared to move at all. Monte-Cristo and Haydée came on deck at dawn, but the young girl displa
The yacht moved forward, indeed, but so slowly that it scarcely appeared to move at all.
Monte-Cristo and Haydée came on deck at dawn, but the young girl displayed such terror at the unwonted aspect of the sun and the sea that the Count speedily persuaded her to return with him to the cabin. There she cowered upon a divan, hiding her face in her hands and moaning piteously. Her fiancé, distressed at her condition, endeavored to soothe and comfort her, but utterly without avail; her fears could neither be banished nor allayed. At length he threw himself on a rug at her feet, and, disengaging her hands from her face, drew them about his neck; Haydée clasped him frantically and clung to him as if she deemed that embrace a final one.
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