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"
In
a
moment
that
part
of
the
floor
on
which
Dantes
was
resting
his
two
hands
,
as
he
knelt
with
his
head
in
the
opening
,
suddenly
gave
way
;
he
drew
back
smartly
,
while
a
mass
of
stones
and
earth
disappeared
in
a
hole
that
opened
beneath
the
aperture
he
himself
had
formed
.
Then
from
the
bottom
of
this
passage
,
the
depth
of
which
it
was
impossible
to
measure
,
he
saw
appear
,
first
the
head
,
then
the
shoulders
,
and
lastly
the
body
of
a
man
,
who
sprang
lightly
into
his
cell
.
Seizing
in
his
arms
the
friend
so
long
and
ardently
desired
,
Dantes
almost
carried
him
towards
the
window
,
in
order
to
obtain
a
better
view
of
his
features
by
the
aid
of
the
imperfect
light
that
struggled
through
the
grating
.
He
was
a
man
of
small
stature
,
with
hair
blanched
rather
by
suffering
and
sorrow
than
by
age
.
He
had
a
deep-set
,
penetrating
eye
,
almost
buried
beneath
the
thick
gray
eyebrow
,
and
a
long
(
and
still
black
)
beard
reaching
down
to
his
breast
.
His
thin
face
,
deeply
furrowed
by
care
,
and
the
bold
outline
of
his
strongly
marked
features
,
betokened
a
man
more
accustomed
to
exercise
his
mental
faculties
than
his
physical
strength
.
Large
drops
of
perspiration
were
now
standing
on
his
brow
,
while
the
garments
that
hung
about
him
were
so
ragged
that
one
could
only
guess
at
the
pattern
upon
which
they
had
originally
been
fashioned
.
The
stranger
might
have
numbered
sixty
or
sixty-five
years
;
but
a
certain
briskness
and
appearance
of
vigor
in
his
movements
made
it
probable
that
he
was
aged
more
from
captivity
than
the
course
of
time
.
He
received
the
enthusiastic
greeting
of
his
young
acquaintance
with
evident
pleasure
,
as
though
his
chilled
affections
were
rekindled
and
invigorated
by
his
contact
with
one
so
warm
and
ardent
.
He
thanked
him
with
grateful
cordiality
for
his
kindly
welcome
,
although
he
must
at
that
moment
have
been
suffering
bitterly
to
find
another
dungeon
where
he
had
fondly
reckoned
on
discovering
a
means
of
regaining
his
liberty
.
"
Let
us
first
see
,
"
said
he
,
"
whether
it
is
possible
to
remove
the
traces
of
my
entrance
here
--
our
future
tranquillity
depends
upon
our
jailers
being
entirely
ignorant
of
it
.
"
Advancing
to
the
opening
,
he
stooped
and
raised
the
stone
easily
in
spite
of
its
weight
;
then
,
fitting
it
into
its
place
,
he
said
--
"
You
removed
this
stone
very
carelessly
;
but
I
suppose
you
had
no
tools
to
aid
you
.
"
"
Why
,
"
exclaimed
Dantes
,
with
astonishment
,
"
do
you
possess
any
?
"
"
I
made
myself
some
;
and
with
the
exception
of
a
file
,
I
have
all
that
are
necessary
--
a
chisel
,
pincers
,
and
lever
.
"
"
Oh
,
how
I
should
like
to
see
these
products
of
your
industry
and
patience
.
"
