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It
was
too
soon
for
a
visit
from
the
examining
magistrate
,
and
too
late
for
one
from
the
director
of
the
prison
,
or
the
doctor
;
it
must
,
then
,
be
the
visitor
he
hoped
for
.
Behind
the
grating
of
the
room
into
which
Andrea
had
been
led
,
he
saw
,
while
his
eyes
dilated
with
surprise
,
the
dark
and
intelligent
face
of
M.
Bertuccio
,
who
was
also
gazing
with
sad
astonishment
upon
the
iron
bars
,
the
bolted
doors
,
and
the
shadow
which
moved
behind
the
other
grating
.
"
Ah
,
"
said
Andrea
,
deeply
affected
.
"
Good
morning
,
Benedetto
,
"
said
Bertuccio
,
with
his
deep
,
hollow
voice
.
"
You
--
you
?
"
said
the
young
man
,
looking
fearfully
around
him
.
"
Do
you
not
recognize
me
,
unhappy
child
?
"
"
Silence
--
be
silent
!
"
said
Andrea
,
who
knew
the
delicate
sense
of
hearing
possessed
by
the
walls
;
"
for
heaven
's
sake
,
do
not
speak
so
loud
!
"
"
You
wish
to
speak
with
me
alone
,
do
you
not
?
"
said
Bertuccio
.
"
Oh
,
yes
.
"
"
That
is
well
.
"
And
Bertuccio
,
feeling
in
his
pocket
,
signed
to
a
keeper
whom
he
saw
through
the
window
of
the
wicket
.
"
Read
?
"
he
said
.
