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In
the
morning
the
jailer
brought
him
fresh
provisions
--
he
had
already
devoured
those
of
the
previous
day
;
he
ate
these
listening
anxiously
for
the
sound
,
walking
round
and
round
his
cell
,
shaking
the
iron
bars
of
the
loophole
,
restoring
vigor
and
agility
to
his
limbs
by
exercise
,
and
so
preparing
himself
for
his
future
destiny
.
At
intervals
he
listened
to
learn
if
the
noise
had
not
begun
again
,
and
grew
impatient
at
the
prudence
of
the
prisoner
,
who
did
not
guess
he
had
been
disturbed
by
a
captive
as
anxious
for
liberty
as
himself
.
Three
days
passed
--
seventy-two
long
tedious
hours
which
he
counted
off
by
minutes
!
At
length
one
evening
,
as
the
jailer
was
visiting
him
for
the
last
time
that
night
,
Dantes
,
with
his
ear
for
the
hundredth
time
at
the
wall
,
fancied
he
heard
an
almost
imperceptible
movement
among
the
stones
.
He
moved
away
,
walked
up
and
down
his
cell
to
collect
his
thoughts
,
and
then
went
back
and
listened
.
The
matter
was
no
longer
doubtful
.
Something
was
at
work
on
the
other
side
of
the
wall
;
the
prisoner
had
discovered
the
danger
,
and
had
substituted
a
lever
for
a
chisel
.
Encouraged
by
this
discovery
,
Edmond
determined
to
assist
the
indefatigable
laborer
.
He
began
by
moving
his
bed
,
and
looked
around
for
anything
with
which
he
could
pierce
the
wall
,
penetrate
the
moist
cement
,
and
displace
a
stone
.
He
saw
nothing
,
he
had
no
knife
or
sharp
instrument
,
the
window
grating
was
of
iron
,
but
he
had
too
often
assured
himself
of
its
solidity
.
All
his
furniture
consisted
of
a
bed
,
a
chair
,
a
table
,
a
pail
,
and
a
jug
.
The
bed
had
iron
clamps
,
but
they
were
screwed
to
the
wood
,
and
it
would
have
required
a
screw-driver
to
take
them
off
.
The
table
and
chair
had
nothing
,
the
pail
had
once
possessed
a
handle
,
but
that
had
been
removed
.
Dantes
had
but
one
resource
,
which
was
to
break
the
jug
,
and
with
one
of
the
sharp
fragments
attack
the
wall
.
He
let
the
jug
fall
on
the
floor
,
and
it
broke
in
pieces
.
Dantes
concealed
two
or
three
of
the
sharpest
fragments
in
his
bed
,
leaving
the
rest
on
the
floor
.
The
breaking
of
his
jug
was
too
natural
an
accident
to
excite
suspicion
.
Edmond
had
all
the
night
to
work
in
,
but
in
the
darkness
he
could
not
do
much
,
and
he
soon
felt
that
he
was
working
against
something
very
hard
;
he
pushed
back
his
bed
,
and
waited
for
day
.
All
night
he
heard
the
subterranean
workman
,
who
continued
to
mine
his
way
.
Day
came
,
the
jailer
entered
.
Dantes
told
him
that
the
jug
had
fallen
from
his
hands
while
he
was
drinking
,
and
the
jailer
went
grumblingly
to
fetch
another
,
without
giving
himself
the
trouble
to
remove
the
fragments
of
the
broken
one
.
He
returned
speedily
,
advised
the
prisoner
to
be
more
careful
,
and
departed
.
