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"
Come
,
my
friend
,
"
he
said
,
thrusting
his
hand
through
the
opening
,
"
where
are
we
going
?
"
"
Dentro
la
testa
!
"
answered
a
solemn
and
imperious
voice
,
accompanied
by
a
menacing
gesture
.
Danglars
thought
dentro
la
testa
meant
,
"
Put
in
your
head
!
"
He
was
making
rapid
progress
in
Italian
.
He
obeyed
,
not
without
some
uneasiness
,
which
,
momentarily
increasing
,
caused
his
mind
,
instead
of
being
as
unoccupied
as
it
was
when
he
began
his
journey
,
to
fill
with
ideas
which
were
very
likely
to
keep
a
traveller
awake
,
more
especially
one
in
such
a
situation
as
Danglars
.
His
eyes
acquired
that
quality
which
in
the
first
moment
of
strong
emotion
enables
them
to
see
distinctly
,
and
which
afterwards
fails
from
being
too
much
taxed
.
Before
we
are
alarmed
,
we
see
correctly
;
when
we
are
alarmed
,
we
see
double
;
and
when
we
have
been
alarmed
,
we
see
nothing
but
trouble
.
Danglars
observed
a
man
in
a
cloak
galloping
at
the
right
hand
of
the
carriage
.
"
Some
gendarme
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
Can
I
have
been
intercepted
by
French
telegrams
to
the
pontifical
authorities
?
"
He
resolved
to
end
his
anxiety
.
"
Where
are
you
taking
me
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Dentro
la
testa
,
"
replied
the
same
voice
,
with
the
same
menacing
accent
.
Danglars
turned
to
the
left
;
another
man
on
horseback
was
galloping
on
that
side
.
"
Decidedly
,
"
said
Danglars
,
with
the
perspiration
on
his
forehead
,
"
I
must
be
under
arrest
.
"
And
he
threw
himself
back
in
the
calash
,
not
this
time
to
sleep
,
but
to
think
.
Directly
afterwards
the
moon
rose
.
He
then
saw
the
great
aqueducts
,
those
stone
phantoms
which
he
had
before
remarked
,
only
then
they
were
on
the
right
hand
,
now
they
were
on
the
left
.
He
understood
that
they
had
described
a
circle
,
and
were
bringing
him
back
to
Rome
.
"
Oh
,
unfortunate
!
"
he
cried
,
"
they
must
have
obtained
my
arrest
.
"
The
carriage
continued
to
roll
on
with
frightful
speed
.
An
hour
of
terror
elapsed
,
for
every
spot
they
passed
showed
that
they
were
on
the
road
back
.
At
length
he
saw
a
dark
mass
,
against
which
it
seemed
as
if
the
carriage
was
about
to
dash
;
but
the
vehicle
turned
to
one
side
,
leaving
the
barrier
behind
and
Danglars
saw
that
it
was
one
of
the
ramparts
encircling
Rome
.
"
Mon
dieu
!
"
cried
Danglars
,
"
we
are
not
returning
to
Rome
;
then
it
is
not
justice
which
is
pursuing
me
!
Gracious
heavens
;
another
idea
presents
itself
--
what
if
they
should
be
"
--
His
hair
stood
on
end
.
He
remembered
those
interesting
stories
,
so
little
believed
in
Paris
,
respecting
Roman
bandits
;
he
remembered
the
adventures
that
Albert
de
Morcerf
had
related
when
it
was
intended
that
he
should
marry
Mademoiselle
Eugenie
.
"
They
are
robbers
,
perhaps
,
"
he
muttered
.
Just
then
the
carriage
rolled
on
something
harder
than
gravel
road
.
Danglars
hazarded
a
look
on
both
sides
of
the
road
,
and
perceived
monuments
of
a
singular
form
,
and
his
mind
now
recalled
all
the
details
Morcerf
had
related
,
and
comparing
them
with
his
own
situation
,
he
felt
sure
that
he
must
be
on
the
Appian
Way
.
On
the
left
,
in
a
sort
of
valley
,
he
perceived
a
circular
excavation
.
It
was
Caracalla
's
circus
.
On
a
word
from
the
man
who
rode
at
the
side
of
the
carriage
,
it
stopped
.
At
the
same
time
the
door
was
opened
.
"
Scendi
!
"
exclaimed
a
commanding
voice
.
Danglars
instantly
descended
;
although
he
did
not
yet
speak
Italian
,
he
understood
it
very
well
.
More
dead
than
alive
,
he
looked
around
him
.
Four
men
surrounded
him
,
besides
the
postilion
.
"
Di
qua
,
"
said
one
of
the
men
,
descending
a
little
path
leading
out
of
the
Appian
Way
.
Danglars
followed
his
guide
without
opposition
,
and
had
no
occasion
to
turn
around
to
see
whether
the
three
others
were
following
him
.
Still
it
appeared
as
though
they
were
stationed
at
equal
distances
from
one
another
,
like
sentinels
.
After
walking
for
about
ten
minutes
,
during
which
Danglars
did
not
exchange
a
single
word
with
his
guide
,
he
found
himself
between
a
hillock
and
a
clump
of
high
weeds
;
three
men
,
standing
silent
,
formed
a
triangle
,
of
which
he
was
the
centre
.
He
wished
to
speak
,
but
his
tongue
refused
to
move
.
"
Avanti
!
"
said
the
same
sharp
and
imperative
voice
.
This
time
Danglars
had
double
reason
to
understand
,
for
if
the
word
and
gesture
had
not
explained
the
speaker
's
meaning
,
it
was
clearly
expressed
by
the
man
walking
behind
him
,
who
pushed
him
so
rudely
that
he
struck
against
the
guide
.
This
guide
was
our
friend
Peppino
,
who
dashed
into
the
thicket
of
high
weeds
,
through
a
path
which
none
but
lizards
or
polecats
could
have
imagined
to
be
an
open
road
.
Peppino
stopped
before
a
pit
overhung
by
thick
hedges
;
the
pit
,
half
open
,
afforded
a
passage
to
the
young
man
,
who
disappeared
like
the
evil
spirits
in
the
fairy
tales
.
The
voice
and
gesture
of
the
man
who
followed
Danglars
ordered
him
to
do
the
same
.
There
was
no
longer
any
doubt
,
the
bankrupt
was
in
the
hands
of
Roman
banditti
.
Danglars
acquitted
himself
like
a
man
placed
between
two
dangerous
positions
,
and
who
is
rendered
brave
by
fear
.
Notwithstanding
his
large
stomach
,
certainly
not
intended
to
penetrate
the
fissures
of
the
Campagna
,
he
slid
down
like
Peppino
,
and
closing
his
eyes
fell
upon
his
feet
.
As
he
touched
the
ground
,
he
opened
his
eyes
.
The
path
was
wide
,
but
dark
.
Peppino
,
who
cared
little
for
being
recognized
now
that
he
was
in
his
own
territories
,
struck
a
light
and
lit
a
torch
.
