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At
the
expiration
of
a
year
the
governor
was
transferred
;
he
had
obtained
charge
of
the
fortress
at
Ham
.
He
took
with
him
several
of
his
subordinates
,
and
amongst
them
Dantes
'
jailer
.
A
new
governor
arrived
;
it
would
have
been
too
tedious
to
acquire
the
names
of
the
prisoners
;
he
learned
their
numbers
instead
.
This
horrible
place
contained
fifty
cells
;
their
inhabitants
were
designated
by
the
numbers
of
their
cell
,
and
the
unhappy
young
man
was
no
longer
called
Edmond
Dantes
--
he
was
now
number
34
.
Dantes
passed
through
all
the
stages
of
torture
natural
to
prisoners
in
suspense
.
He
was
sustained
at
first
by
that
pride
of
conscious
innocence
which
is
the
sequence
to
hope
;
then
he
began
to
doubt
his
own
innocence
,
which
justified
in
some
measure
the
governor
's
belief
in
his
mental
alienation
;
and
then
,
relaxing
his
sentiment
of
pride
,
he
addressed
his
supplications
,
not
to
God
,
but
to
man
.
God
is
always
the
last
resource
.
Unfortunates
,
who
ought
to
begin
with
God
,
do
not
have
any
hope
in
him
till
they
have
exhausted
all
other
means
of
deliverance
.
Dantes
asked
to
be
removed
from
his
present
dungeon
into
another
;
for
a
change
,
however
disadvantageous
,
was
still
a
change
,
and
would
afford
him
some
amusement
.
He
entreated
to
be
allowed
to
walk
about
,
to
have
fresh
air
,
books
,
and
writing
materials
.
His
requests
were
not
granted
,
but
he
went
on
asking
all
the
same
.
He
accustomed
himself
to
speaking
to
the
new
jailer
,
although
the
latter
was
,
if
possible
,
more
taciturn
than
the
old
one
;
but
still
,
to
speak
to
a
man
,
even
though
mute
,
was
something
.
Dantes
spoke
for
the
sake
of
hearing
his
own
voice
;
he
had
tried
to
speak
when
alone
,
but
the
sound
of
his
voice
terrified
him
.
Often
,
before
his
captivity
,
Dantes
'
mind
had
revolted
at
the
idea
of
assemblages
of
prisoners
,
made
up
of
thieves
,
vagabonds
,
and
murderers
.
He
now
wished
to
be
amongst
them
,
in
order
to
see
some
other
face
besides
that
of
his
jailer
;
he
sighed
for
the
galleys
,
with
the
infamous
costume
,
the
chain
,
and
the
brand
on
the
shoulder
.
The
galley-slaves
breathed
the
fresh
air
of
heaven
,
and
saw
each
other
.
They
were
very
happy
.
He
besought
the
jailer
one
day
to
let
him
have
a
companion
,
were
it
even
the
mad
abbe
.
The
jailer
,
though
rough
and
hardened
by
the
constant
sight
of
so
much
suffering
,
was
yet
a
man
.
At
the
bottom
of
his
heart
he
had
often
had
a
feeling
of
pity
for
this
unhappy
young
man
who
suffered
so
;
and
he
laid
the
request
of
number
34
before
the
governor
;
but
the
latter
sapiently
imagined
that
Dantes
wished
to
conspire
or
attempt
an
escape
,
and
refused
his
request
.
Dantes
had
exhausted
all
human
resources
,
and
he
then
turned
to
God
.
All
the
pious
ideas
that
had
been
so
long
forgotten
,
returned
;
he
recollected
the
prayers
his
mother
had
taught
him
,
and
discovered
a
new
meaning
in
every
word
;
for
in
prosperity
prayers
seem
but
a
mere
medley
of
words
,
until
misfortune
comes
and
the
unhappy
sufferer
first
understands
the
meaning
of
the
sublime
language
in
which
he
invokes
the
pity
of
heaven
!
He
prayed
,
and
prayed
aloud
,
no
longer
terrified
at
the
sound
of
his
own
voice
,
for
he
fell
into
a
sort
of
ecstasy
.
He
laid
every
action
of
his
life
before
the
Almighty
,
proposed
tasks
to
accomplish
,
and
at
the
end
of
every
prayer
introduced
the
entreaty
oftener
addressed
to
man
than
to
God
:
"
Forgive
us
our
trespasses
as
we
forgive
them
that
trespass
against
us
.
"
Yet
in
spite
of
his
earnest
prayers
,
Dantes
remained
a
prisoner
.
Then
gloom
settled
heavily
upon
him
.
Dantes
was
a
man
of
great
simplicity
of
thought
,
and
without
education
;
he
could
not
,
therefore
,
in
the
solitude
of
his
dungeon
,
traverse
in
mental
vision
the
history
of
the
ages
,
bring
to
life
the
nations
that
had
perished
,
and
rebuild
the
ancient
cities
so
vast
and
stupendous
in
the
light
of
the
imagination
,
and
that
pass
before
the
eye
glowing
with
celestial
colors
in
Martin
's
Babylonian
pictures
.
He
could
not
do
this
,
he
whose
past
life
was
so
short
,
whose
present
so
melancholy
,
and
his
future
so
doubtful
.
Nineteen
years
of
light
to
reflect
upon
in
eternal
darkness
!
No
distraction
could
come
to
his
aid
;
his
energetic
spirit
,
that
would
have
exalted
in
thus
revisiting
the
past
,
was
imprisoned
like
an
eagle
in
a
cage
.
He
clung
to
one
idea
--
that
of
his
happiness
,
destroyed
,
without
apparent
cause
,
by
an
unheard-of
fatality
;
he
considered
and
reconsidered
this
idea
,
devoured
it
(
so
to
speak
)
,
as
the
implacable
Ugolino
devours
the
skull
of
Archbishop
Roger
in
the
Inferno
of
Dante
.
Rage
supplanted
religious
fervor
.
Dantes
uttered
blasphemies
that
made
his
jailer
recoil
with
horror
,
dashed
himself
furiously
against
the
walls
of
his
prison
,
wreaked
his
anger
upon
everything
,
and
chiefly
upon
himself
,
so
that
the
least
thing
--
a
grain
of
sand
,
a
straw
,
or
a
breath
of
air
that
annoyed
him
,
led
to
paroxysms
of
fury
.
Then
the
letter
that
Villefort
had
showed
to
him
recurred
to
his
mind
,
and
every
line
gleamed
forth
in
fiery
letters
on
the
wall
like
the
mene
tekel
upharsin
of
Belshazzar
.
He
told
himself
that
it
was
the
enmity
of
man
,
and
not
the
vengeance
of
heaven
,
that
had
thus
plunged
him
into
the
deepest
misery
.
He
consigned
his
unknown
persecutors
to
the
most
horrible
tortures
he
could
imagine
,
and
found
them
all
insufficient
,
because
after
torture
came
death
,
and
after
death
,
if
not
repose
,
at
least
the
boon
of
unconsciousness
.
