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"
Swear
to
me
,
"
replied
Faria
,
"
to
free
me
if
what
I
tell
you
prove
true
,
and
I
will
stay
here
while
you
go
to
the
spot
.
"
"
Are
you
well
fed
?
"
repeated
the
inspector
.
"
Monsieur
,
you
run
no
risk
,
for
,
as
I
told
you
,
I
will
stay
here
;
so
there
is
no
chance
of
my
escaping
.
"
"
You
do
not
reply
to
my
question
,
"
replied
the
inspector
impatiently
.
"
Nor
you
to
mine
,
"
cried
the
abbe
.
"
You
will
not
accept
my
gold
;
I
will
keep
it
for
myself
.
You
refuse
me
my
liberty
;
God
will
give
it
me
.
"
And
the
abbe
,
casting
away
his
coverlet
,
resumed
his
place
,
and
continued
his
calculations
.
"
What
is
he
doing
there
?
"
said
the
inspector
.
"
Counting
his
treasures
,
"
replied
the
governor
.
Faria
replied
to
this
sarcasm
with
a
glance
of
profound
contempt
.
They
went
out
.
The
turnkey
closed
the
door
behind
them
.
"
He
was
wealthy
once
,
perhaps
?
"
said
the
inspector
.
"
Or
dreamed
he
was
,
and
awoke
mad
.
"
