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Two
other
men
descended
after
Danglars
forming
the
rearguard
,
and
pushing
Danglars
whenever
he
happened
to
stop
,
they
came
by
a
gentle
declivity
to
the
intersection
of
two
corridors
.
The
walls
were
hollowed
out
in
sepulchres
,
one
above
the
other
,
and
which
seemed
in
contrast
with
the
white
stones
to
open
their
large
dark
eyes
,
like
those
which
we
see
on
the
faces
of
the
dead
.
A
sentinel
struck
the
rings
of
his
carbine
against
his
left
hand
.
"
Who
comes
there
?
"
he
cried
.
"
A
friend
,
a
friend
!
"
said
Peppino
;
"
but
where
is
the
captain
?
"
"
There
,
"
said
the
sentinel
,
pointing
over
his
shoulder
to
a
spacious
crypt
,
hollowed
out
of
the
rock
,
the
lights
from
which
shone
into
the
passage
through
the
large
arched
openings
.
"
Fine
spoil
,
captain
,
fine
spoil
!
"
said
Peppino
in
Italian
,
and
taking
Danglars
by
the
collar
of
his
coat
he
dragged
him
to
an
opening
resembling
a
door
,
through
which
they
entered
the
apartment
which
the
captain
appeared
to
have
made
his
dwelling-place
.
"
Is
this
the
man
?
"
asked
the
captain
,
who
was
attentively
reading
Plutarch
's
"
Life
of
Alexander
.
"
"
Himself
,
captain
--
himself
.
"
"
Very
well
,
show
him
to
me
.
"
At
this
rather
impertinent
order
,
Peppino
raised
his
torch
to
the
face
of
Danglars
,
who
hastily
withdrew
that
he
might
not
have
his
eyelashes
burnt
.
His
agitated
features
presented
the
appearance
of
pale
and
hideous
terror
.
"
The
man
is
tired
,
"
said
the
captain
,
"
conduct
him
to
his
bed
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
murmured
Danglars
,
"
that
bed
is
probably
one
of
the
coffins
hollowed
in
the
wall
,
and
the
sleep
I
shall
enjoy
will
be
death
from
one
of
the
poniards
I
see
glistening
in
the
darkness
.
"
From
their
beds
of
dried
leaves
or
wolf-skins
at
the
back
of
the
chamber
now
arose
the
companions
of
the
man
who
had
been
found
by
Albert
de
Morcerf
reading
"
Caesar
's
Commentaries
,
"
and
by
Danglars
studying
the
"
Life
of
Alexander
.
"
The
banker
uttered
a
groan
and
followed
his
guide
;
he
neither
supplicated
nor
exclaimed
.
He
no
longer
possessed
strength
,
will
,
power
,
or
feeling
;
he
followed
where
they
led
him
.
At
length
he
found
himself
at
the
foot
of
a
staircase
,
and
he
mechanically
lifted
his
foot
five
or
six
times
.
Then
a
low
door
was
opened
before
him
,
and
bending
his
head
to
avoid
striking
his
forehead
he
entered
a
small
room
cut
out
of
the
rock
.
The
cell
was
clean
,
though
empty
,
and
dry
,
though
situated
at
an
immeasurable
distance
under
the
earth
.
A
bed
of
dried
grass
covered
with
goat-skins
was
placed
in
one
corner
.
Danglars
brightened
up
on
beholding
it
,
fancying
that
it
gave
some
promise
of
safety
.
"
Oh
,
God
be
praised
,
"
he
said
;
"
it
is
a
real
bed
!
"
"
Ecco
!
"
said
the
guide
,
and
pushing
Danglars
into
the
cell
,
he
closed
the
door
upon
him
.
A
bolt
grated
and
Danglars
was
a
prisoner
.
If
there
had
been
no
bolt
,
it
would
have
been
impossible
for
him
to
pass
through
the
midst
of
the
garrison
who
held
the
catacombs
of
St.
Sebastian
,
encamped
round
a
master
whom
our
readers
must
have
recognized
as
the
famous
Luigi
Vampa
