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"
Certainly
.
"
"
Then
,
for
the
present
,
M.
Morrel
,
farewell
,
and
a
thousand
thanks
!
"
"
I
hope
soon
to
see
you
again
,
my
dear
Edmond
.
Good
luck
to
you
.
"
The
young
sailor
jumped
into
the
skiff
,
and
sat
down
in
the
stern
sheets
,
with
the
order
that
he
be
put
ashore
at
La
Canebiere
.
The
two
oarsmen
bent
to
their
work
,
and
the
little
boat
glided
away
as
rapidly
as
possible
in
the
midst
of
the
thousand
vessels
which
choke
up
the
narrow
way
which
leads
between
the
two
rows
of
ships
from
the
mouth
of
the
harbor
to
the
Quai
d'Orleans
.
The
shipowner
,
smiling
,
followed
him
with
his
eyes
until
he
saw
him
spring
out
on
the
quay
and
disappear
in
the
midst
of
the
throng
,
which
from
five
o'clock
in
the
morning
until
nine
o'clock
at
night
,
swarms
in
the
famous
street
of
La
Canebiere
--
a
street
of
which
the
modern
Phocaeans
are
so
proud
that
they
say
with
all
the
gravity
in
the
world
,
and
with
that
accent
which
gives
so
much
character
to
what
is
said
,
"
If
Paris
had
La
Canebiere
,
Paris
would
be
a
second
Marseilles
.
"
On
turning
round
the
owner
saw
Danglars
behind
him
,
apparently
awaiting
orders
,
but
in
reality
also
watching
the
young
sailor
--
but
there
was
a
great
difference
in
the
expression
of
the
two
men
who
thus
followed
the
movements
of
Edmond
Dantes
.
We
will
leave
Danglars
struggling
with
the
demon
of
hatred
,
and
endeavoring
to
insinuate
in
the
ear
of
the
shipowner
some
evil
suspicions
against
his
comrade
,
and
follow
Dantes
,
who
,
after
having
traversed
La
Canebiere
,
took
the
Rue
de
Noailles
,
and
entering
a
small
house
,
on
the
left
of
the
Allees
de
Meillan
,
rapidly
ascended
four
flights
of
a
dark
staircase
,
holding
the
baluster
with
one
hand
,
while
with
the
other
he
repressed
the
beatings
of
his
heart
,
and
paused
before
a
half-open
door
,
from
which
he
could
see
the
whole
of
a
small
room
.
This
room
was
occupied
by
Dantes
'
father
.
The
news
of
the
arrival
of
the
Pharaon
had
not
yet
reached
the
old
man
,
who
,
mounted
on
a
chair
,
was
amusing
himself
by
training
with
trembling
hand
the
nasturtiums
and
sprays
of
clematis
that
clambered
over
the
trellis
at
his
window
.
Suddenly
,
he
felt
an
arm
thrown
around
his
body
,
and
a
well-known
voice
behind
him
exclaimed
,
"
Father
--
dear
father
!
"
The
old
man
uttered
a
cry
,
and
turned
round
;
then
,
seeing
his
son
,
he
fell
into
his
arms
,
pale
and
trembling
.
"
What
ails
you
,
my
dearest
father
?
Are
you
ill
?
"
inquired
the
young
man
,
much
alarmed
.
"
No
,
no
,
my
dear
Edmond
--
my
boy
--
my
son
!
--
no
;
but
I
did
not
expect
you
;
and
joy
,
the
surprise
of
seeing
you
so
suddenly
--
Ah
,
I
feel
as
if
I
were
going
to
die
.
"
