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Danglars
,
too
,
had
recognized
the
bandit
,
whose
existence
he
would
not
believe
when
Albert
de
Morcerf
mentioned
him
in
Paris
;
and
not
only
did
he
recognize
him
,
but
the
cell
in
which
Albert
had
been
confined
,
and
which
was
probably
kept
for
the
accommodation
of
strangers
.
These
recollections
were
dwelt
upon
with
some
pleasure
by
Danglars
,
and
restored
him
to
some
degree
of
tranquillity
.
Since
the
bandits
had
not
despatched
him
at
once
,
he
felt
that
they
would
not
kill
him
at
all
.
They
had
arrested
him
for
the
purpose
of
robbery
,
and
as
he
had
only
a
few
louis
about
him
,
he
doubted
not
he
would
be
ransomed
.
He
remembered
that
Morcerf
had
been
taxed
at
4,000
crowns
,
and
as
he
considered
himself
of
much
greater
importance
than
Morcerf
he
fixed
his
own
price
at
8,000
crowns
.
Eight
thousand
crowns
amounted
to
48,000
livres
;
he
would
then
have
about
5,050,000
francs
left
.
With
this
sum
he
could
manage
to
keep
out
of
difficulties
.
Therefore
,
tolerably
secure
in
being
able
to
extricate
himself
from
his
position
,
provided
he
were
not
rated
at
the
unreasonable
sum
of
5,050,000
francs
,
he
stretched
himself
on
his
bed
,
and
after
turning
over
two
or
three
times
,
fell
asleep
with
the
tranquillity
of
the
hero
whose
life
Luigi
Vampa
was
studying
.
We
awake
from
every
sleep
except
the
one
dreaded
by
Danglars
.
He
awoke
.
To
a
Parisian
accustomed
to
silken
curtains
,
walls
hung
with
velvet
drapery
,
and
the
soft
perfume
of
burning
wood
,
the
white
smoke
of
which
diffuses
itself
in
graceful
curves
around
the
room
,
the
appearance
of
the
whitewashed
cell
which
greeted
his
eyes
on
awakening
seemed
like
the
continuation
of
some
disagreeable
dream
.
But
in
such
a
situation
a
single
moment
suffices
to
change
the
strongest
doubt
into
certainty
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
he
murmured
,
"
I
am
in
the
hands
of
the
brigands
of
whom
Albert
de
Morcerf
spoke
.
"
His
first
idea
was
to
breathe
,
that
he
might
know
whether
he
was
wounded
.
He
borrowed
this
from
"
Don
Quixote
,
"
the
only
book
he
had
ever
read
,
but
which
he
still
slightly
remembered
.
"
No
,
"
he
cried
,
"
they
have
not
wounded
,
but
perhaps
they
have
robbed
me
!
"
and
he
thrust
his
hands
into
his
pockets
.
They
were
untouched
;
the
hundred
louis
he
had
reserved
for
his
journey
from
Rome
to
Venice
were
in
his
trousers
pocket
,
and
in
that
of
his
great-coat
he
found
the
little
note-case
containing
his
letter
of
credit
for
5,050,000
francs
.
"
Singular
bandits
!
"
he
exclaimed
;
"
they
have
left
me
my
purse
and
pocket-book
.
As
I
was
saying
last
night
,
they
intend
me
to
be
ransomed
.
Hallo
,
here
is
my
watch
!
Let
me
see
what
time
it
is
.
"
Danglars
'
watch
,
one
of
Breguet
's
repeaters
,
which
he
had
carefully
wound
up
on
the
previous
night
,
struck
half
past
five
.
Without
this
,
Danglars
would
have
been
quite
ignorant
of
the
time
,
for
daylight
did
not
reach
his
cell
.
Should
he
demand
an
explanation
from
the
bandits
,
or
should
he
wait
patiently
for
them
to
propose
it
?
The
last
alternative
seemed
the
most
prudent
,
so
he
waited
until
twelve
o'clock
.
During
all
this
time
a
sentinel
,
who
had
been
relieved
at
eight
o'clock
,
had
been
watching
his
door
.
Danglars
suddenly
felt
a
strong
inclination
to
see
the
person
who
kept
watch
over
him
.
He
had
noticed
that
a
few
rays
,
not
of
daylight
,
but
from
a
lamp
,
penetrated
through
the
ill-joined
planks
of
the
door
;
he
approached
just
as
the
brigand
was
refreshing
himself
with
a
mouthful
of
brandy
,
which
,
owing
to
the
leathern
bottle
containing
it
,
sent
forth
an
odor
which
was
extremely
unpleasant
to
Danglars
.
"
Faugh
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
retreating
to
the
farther
corner
of
his
cell
.
At
twelve
this
man
was
replaced
by
another
functionary
,
and
Danglars
,
wishing
to
catch
sight
of
his
new
guardian
,
approached
the
door
again
.
He
was
an
athletic
,
gigantic
bandit
,
with
large
eyes
,
thick
lips
,
and
a
flat
nose
;
his
red
hair
fell
in
dishevelled
masses
like
snakes
around
his
shoulders
.
"
Ah
,
ha
,
"
cried
Danglars
,
"
this
fellow
is
more
like
an
ogre
than
anything
else
;
however
,
I
am
rather
too
old
and
tough
to
be
very
good
eating
!
"
We
see
that
Danglars
was
collected
enough
to
jest
;
at
the
same
time
,
as
though
to
disprove
the
ogreish
propensities
,
the
man
took
some
black
bread
,
cheese
,
and
onions
from
his
wallet
,
which
he
began
devouring
voraciously
.
"
May
I
be
hanged
,
"
said
Danglars
,
glancing
at
the
bandit
's
dinner
through
the
crevices
of
the
door
--
"
may
I
be
hanged
if
I
can
understand
how
people
can
eat
such
filth
!
"
and
he
withdrew
to
seat
himself
upon
his
goat-skin
,
which
reminded
him
of
the
smell
of
the
brandy
.
But
the
mysteries
of
nature
are
incomprehensible
,
and
there
are
certain
invitations
contained
in
even
the
coarsest
food
which
appeal
very
irresistibly
to
a
fasting
stomach
.
Danglars
felt
his
own
not
to
be
very
well
supplied
just
then
,
and
gradually
the
man
appeared
less
ugly
,
the
bread
less
black
,
and
the
cheese
more
fresh
,
while
those
dreadful
vulgar
onions
recalled
to
his
mind
certain
sauces
and
side-dishes
,
which
his
cook
prepared
in
a
very
superior
manner
whenever
he
said
,
"
Monsieur
Deniseau
,
let
me
have
a
nice
little
fricassee
today
.
"
He
got
up
and
knocked
on
the
door
;
the
bandit
raised
his
head
.
Danglars
knew
that
he
was
heard
,
so
he
redoubled
his
blows
.
"
Che
cosa
?
"
asked
the
bandit
.
"
Come
,
come
,
"
said
Danglars
,
tapping
his
fingers
against
the
door
,
"
I
think
it
is
quite
time
to
think
of
giving
me
something
to
eat
!
"
But
whether
he
did
not
understand
him
,
or
whether
he
had
received
no
orders
respecting
the
nourishment
of
Danglars
,
the
giant
,
without
answering
,
went
on
with
his
dinner
.
Danglars
'
feelings
were
hurt
,
and
not
wishing
to
put
himself
under
obligations
to
the
brute
,
the
banker
threw
himself
down
again
on
his
goat-skin
and
did
not
breathe
another
word
.
Four
hours
passed
by
and
the
giant
was
replaced
by
another
bandit
.
Danglars
,
who
really
began
to
experience
sundry
gnawings
at
the
stomach
,
arose
softly
,
again
applied
his
eye
to
the
crack
of
the
door
,
and
recognized
the
intelligent
countenance
of
his
guide
.
It
was
,
indeed
,
Peppino
who
was
preparing
to
mount
guard
as
comfortably
as
possible
by
seating
himself
opposite
to
the
door
,
and
placing
between
his
legs
an
earthen
pan
,
containing
chick-pease
stewed
with
bacon
.
Near
the
pan
he
also
placed
a
pretty
little
basket
of
Villetri
grapes
and
a
flask
of
Orvieto
.
Peppino
was
decidedly
an
epicure
.
Danglars
watched
these
preparations
and
his
mouth
watered
.
"
Come
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
let
me
try
if
he
will
be
more
tractable
than
the
other
;
"
and
he
tapped
gently
at
the
door
.
"
On
y
va
,
"
(
coming
)
exclaimed
Peppino
,
who
from
frequenting
the
house
of
Signor
Pastrini
understood
French
perfectly
in
all
its
idioms
.
Danglars
immediately
recognized
him
as
the
man
who
had
called
out
in
such
a
furious
manner
,
"
Put
in
your
head
!
"
But
this
was
not
the
time
for
recrimination
,
so
he
assumed
his
most
agreeable
manner
and
said
with
a
gracious
smile
--
"
Excuse
me
,
sir
,
but
are
they
not
going
to
give
me
any
dinner
?
"
