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- Александр Дюма
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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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From
this
time
the
prisoner
resolved
to
suffer
no
longer
,
but
to
have
everything
he
wanted
.
At
the
end
of
twelve
days
,
after
having
made
a
splendid
dinner
,
he
reckoned
his
accounts
,
and
found
that
he
had
only
50,000
francs
left
.
Then
a
strange
reaction
took
place
;
he
who
had
just
abandoned
5,000,000
endeavored
to
save
the
50,000
francs
he
had
left
,
and
sooner
than
give
them
up
he
resolved
to
enter
again
upon
a
life
of
privation
--
he
was
deluded
by
the
hopefulness
that
is
a
premonition
of
madness
.
He
who
for
so
long
a
time
had
forgotten
God
,
began
to
think
that
miracles
were
possible
--
that
the
accursed
cavern
might
be
discovered
by
the
officers
of
the
Papal
States
,
who
would
release
him
;
that
then
he
would
have
50,000
remaining
,
which
would
be
sufficient
to
save
him
from
starvation
;
and
finally
he
prayed
that
this
sum
might
be
preserved
to
him
,
and
as
he
prayed
he
wept
.
Three
days
passed
thus
,
during
which
his
prayers
were
frequent
,
if
not
heartfelt
.
Sometimes
he
was
delirious
,
and
fancied
he
saw
an
old
man
stretched
on
a
pallet
;
he
,
also
,
was
dying
of
hunger
.
On
the
fourth
,
he
was
no
longer
a
man
,
but
a
living
corpse
.
He
had
picked
up
every
crumb
that
had
been
left
from
his
former
meals
,
and
was
beginning
to
eat
the
matting
which
covered
the
floor
of
his
cell
.
Then
he
entreated
Peppino
,
as
he
would
a
guardian
angel
,
to
give
him
food
;
he
offered
him
1,000
francs
for
a
mouthful
of
bread
.
But
Peppino
did
not
answer
.
On
the
fifth
day
he
dragged
himself
to
the
door
of
the
cell
.
"
Are
you
not
a
Christian
?
"
he
said
,
falling
on
his
knees
.
"
Do
you
wish
to
assassinate
a
man
who
,
in
the
eyes
of
heaven
,
is
a
brother
?
Oh
,
my
former
friends
,
my
former
friends
!
"
he
murmured
,
and
fell
with
his
face
to
the
ground
.
Then
rising
in
despair
,
he
exclaimed
,
"
The
chief
,
the
chief
!
"
"
Here
I
am
,
"
said
Vampa
,
instantly
appearing
;
"
what
do
you
want
?
"
"
Take
my
last
gold
,
"
muttered
Danglars
,
holding
out
his
pocket-book
,
"
and
let
me
live
here
;
I
ask
no
more
for
liberty
--
I
only
ask
to
live
!
"
"
Then
you
suffer
a
great
deal
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
yes
,
cruelly
!
"
"
Still
,
there
have
been
men
who
suffered
more
than
you
.
"
"
I
do
not
think
so
.
"
"
Yes
;
those
who
have
died
of
hunger
.
"
