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- Александр Дюма
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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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- Стр. 1240/1279
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"
I
know
it
.
"
The
concierge
looked
upon
the
count
with
surprise
.
"
Sir
,
"
he
cried
,
scarcely
able
to
believe
his
good
fortune
--
"
sir
,
I
can
not
understand
your
generosity
!
"
"
Oh
,
it
is
very
simple
,
my
good
fellow
;
I
have
been
a
sailor
,
and
your
story
touched
me
more
than
it
would
others
.
"
"
Then
,
sir
,
since
you
are
so
liberal
,
I
ought
to
offer
you
something
.
"
"
What
have
you
to
offer
to
me
,
my
friend
?
Shells
?
Straw-work
?
Thank
you
!
"
"
No
,
sir
,
neither
of
those
;
something
connected
with
this
story
.
"
"
Really
?
What
is
it
?
"
"
Listen
,
"
said
the
guide
;
"
I
said
to
myself
,
'
Something
is
always
left
in
a
cell
inhabited
by
one
prisoner
for
fifteen
years
,
'
so
I
began
to
sound
the
wall
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
cried
Monte
Cristo
,
remembering
the
abbe
's
two
hiding-places
.
"
After
some
search
,
I
found
that
the
floor
gave
a
hollow
sound
near
the
head
of
the
bed
,
and
at
the
hearth
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
yes
.
"
