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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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There
had
been
no
prisoners
confined
in
the
Chateau
d'If
since
the
revolution
of
July
;
it
was
only
inhabited
by
a
guard
,
kept
there
for
the
prevention
of
smuggling
.
A
concierge
waited
at
the
door
to
exhibit
to
visitors
this
monument
of
curiosity
,
once
a
scene
of
terror
.
The
count
inquired
whether
any
of
the
ancient
jailers
were
still
there
;
but
they
had
all
been
pensioned
,
or
had
passed
on
to
some
other
employment
.
The
concierge
who
attended
him
had
only
been
there
since
1830
.
He
visited
his
own
dungeon
.
He
again
beheld
the
dull
light
vainly
endeavoring
to
penetrate
the
narrow
opening
.
His
eyes
rested
upon
the
spot
where
had
stood
his
bed
,
since
then
removed
,
and
behind
the
bed
the
new
stones
indicated
where
the
breach
made
by
the
Abbe
Faria
had
been
.
Monte
Cristo
felt
his
limbs
tremble
;
he
seated
himself
upon
a
log
of
wood
.
"
Are
there
any
stories
connected
with
this
prison
besides
the
one
relating
to
the
poisoning
of
Mirabeau
?
"
asked
the
count
;
"
are
there
any
traditions
respecting
these
dismal
abodes
--
in
which
it
is
difficult
to
believe
men
can
ever
have
imprisoned
their
fellow-creatures
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
;
indeed
,
the
jailer
Antoine
told
me
one
connected
with
this
very
dungeon
.
"
Monte
Cristo
shuddered
;
Antoine
had
been
his
jailer
.
He
had
almost
forgotten
his
name
and
face
,
but
at
the
mention
of
the
name
he
recalled
his
person
as
he
used
to
see
it
,
the
face
encircled
by
a
beard
,
wearing
the
brown
jacket
,
the
bunch
of
keys
,
the
jingling
of
which
he
still
seemed
to
hear
.
The
count
turned
around
,
and
fancied
he
saw
him
in
the
corridor
,
rendered
still
darker
by
the
torch
carried
by
the
concierge
.
"
Would
you
like
to
hear
the
story
,
sir
?
"
"
Yes
;
relate
it
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
pressing
his
hand
to
his
heart
to
still
its
violent
beatings
;
he
felt
afraid
of
hearing
his
own
history
.
"
This
dungeon
,
"
said
the
concierge
,
"
was
,
it
appears
,
some
time
ago
occupied
by
a
very
dangerous
prisoner
,
the
more
so
since
he
was
full
of
industry
.
Another
person
was
confined
in
the
Chateau
at
the
same
time
,
but
he
was
not
wicked
,
he
was
only
a
poor
mad
priest
.
"
"
Ah
,
indeed
?
--
mad
!
"
repeated
Monte
Cristo
;
"
and
what
was
his
mania
?
"
"
He
offered
millions
to
any
one
who
would
set
him
at
liberty
.
"
Monte
Cristo
raised
his
eyes
,
but
he
could
not
see
the
heavens
;
there
was
a
stone
veil
between
him
and
the
firmament
.
He
thought
that
there
had
been
no
less
thick
a
veil
before
the
eyes
of
those
to
whom
Faria
offered
the
treasures
.
"
Could
the
prisoners
see
each
other
?
"
he
asked
.
