I am standing at the Royal Hotel.
This morning I walked past a room on the first floor.
Suddenly, I heard a woman’s voice.
“Help!” the woman shouted.
Then I heard a man’s voice.
“Don’t move or I will shoot you!” the woman shouted angrily.
“Please don’t shoot me,” the woman cried.
The man laughed. Then I heard a shot.
I knocked at the door loudly.
“Come in,” the woman said softly.
I rushed into the room.
“What’s the matter?” I asked the woman. “Can I help you?”
“Who are you?’ the woman asked angrily.
“I heard a shot,” I said. Are you all right?”
The woman laughed. “Of course I’m all right.
She turned to the man.
“Put your gun in your pocked,” she said.
“What’s happening?” I asked.
“We are not quarreling,” the man said. We are actors. We are learning our parts.”
The Count of Monte Cristo
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