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"
Well
,
then
,
sleep
in
peace
,
and
put
your
trust
in
heaven
.
"
As
we
have
before
said
,
the
postchaise
was
waiting
;
four
powerful
horses
were
already
pawing
the
ground
with
impatience
,
while
Ali
,
apparently
just
arrived
from
a
long
walk
,
was
standing
at
the
foot
of
the
steps
,
his
face
bathed
in
perspiration
.
"
Well
,
"
asked
the
count
in
Arabic
,
"
have
you
been
to
see
the
old
man
?
"
Ali
made
a
sign
in
the
affirmative
.
"
And
have
you
placed
the
letter
before
him
,
as
I
ordered
you
to
do
?
"
The
slave
respectfully
signalized
that
he
had
.
"
And
what
did
he
say
,
or
rather
do
?
"
Ali
placed
himself
in
the
light
,
so
that
his
master
might
see
him
distinctly
,
and
then
imitating
in
his
intelligent
manner
the
countenance
of
the
old
man
,
he
closed
his
eyes
,
as
Noirtier
was
in
the
custom
of
doing
when
saying
"
Yes
.
"
"
Good
;
he
accepts
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
.
"
Now
let
us
go
.
"
These
words
had
scarcely
escaped
him
,
when
the
carriage
was
on
its
way
,
and
the
feet
of
the
horses
struck
a
shower
of
sparks
from
the
pavement
.
Maximilian
settled
himself
in
his
corner
without
uttering
a
word
.
Half
an
hour
had
passed
when
the
carriage
stopped
suddenly
;
the
count
had
just
pulled
the
silken
check-string
,
which
was
fastened
to
Ali
's
finger
.
The
Nubian
immediately
descended
and
opened
the
carriage
door
.
It
was
a
lovely
starlight
night
--
they
had
just
reached
the
top
of
the
hill
Villejuif
,
from
whence
Paris
appears
like
a
sombre
sea
tossing
its
millions
of
phosphoric
waves
into
light
--
waves
indeed
more
noisy
,
more
passionate
,
more
changeable
,
more
furious
,
more
greedy
,
than
those
of
the
tempestuous
ocean
--
waves
which
never
rest
as
those
of
the
sea
sometimes
do
--
waves
ever
dashing
,
ever
foaming
,
ever
ingulfing
what
falls
within
their
grasp
.
The
count
stood
alone
,
and
at
a
sign
from
his
hand
,
the
carriage
went
on
for
a
short
distance
.
With
folded
arms
,
he
gazed
for
some
time
upon
the
great
city
.
When
he
had
fixed
his
piercing
look
on
this
modern
Babylon
,
which
equally
engages
the
contemplation
of
the
religious
enthusiast
,
the
materialist
,
and
the
scoffer
--
"
Great
city
,
"
murmured
he
,
inclining
his
head
,
and
joining
his
hands
as
if
in
prayer
,
"
less
than
six
months
have
elapsed
since
first
I
entered
thy
gates
.
I
believe
that
the
Spirit
of
God
led
my
steps
to
thee
and
that
he
also
enables
me
to
quit
thee
in
triumph
;
the
secret
cause
of
my
presence
within
thy
walls
I
have
confided
alone
to
him
who
only
has
had
the
power
to
read
my
heart
.
God
only
knows
that
I
retire
from
thee
without
pride
or
hatred
,
but
not
without
many
regrets
;
he
only
knows
that
the
power
confided
to
me
has
never
been
made
subservient
to
my
personal
good
or
to
any
useless
cause
.
Oh
,
great
city
,
it
is
in
thy
palpitating
bosom
that
I
have
found
that
which
I
sought
;
like
a
patient
miner
,
I
have
dug
deep
into
thy
very
entrails
to
root
out
evil
thence
.
Now
my
work
is
accomplished
,
my
mission
is
terminated
,
now
thou
canst
neither
afford
me
pain
nor
pleasure
.
Adieu
,
Paris
,
adieu
!
"
His
look
wandered
over
the
vast
plain
like
that
of
some
genius
of
the
night
;
he
passed
his
hand
over
his
brow
,
got
into
the
carriage
,
the
door
was
closed
on
him
,
and
the
vehicle
quickly
disappeared
down
the
other
side
of
the
hill
in
a
whirlwind
of
noise
and
dust
.
Ten
leagues
were
passed
and
not
a
single
word
was
uttered
.
