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"
That
's
true
,
"
said
Dantes
;
"
but
the
corridor
you
speak
of
only
bounds
one
side
of
my
cell
;
there
are
three
others
--
do
you
know
anything
of
their
situation
?
"
"
This
one
is
built
against
the
solid
rock
,
and
it
would
take
ten
experienced
miners
,
duly
furnished
with
the
requisite
tools
,
as
many
years
to
perforate
it
.
This
adjoins
the
lower
part
of
the
governor
's
apartments
,
and
were
we
to
work
our
way
through
,
we
should
only
get
into
some
lock-up
cellars
,
where
we
must
necessarily
be
recaptured
.
The
fourth
and
last
side
of
your
cell
faces
on
--
faces
on
--
stop
a
minute
,
now
where
does
it
face
?
"
The
wall
of
which
he
spoke
was
the
one
in
which
was
fixed
the
loophole
by
which
light
was
admitted
to
the
chamber
.
This
loophole
,
which
gradually
diminished
in
size
as
it
approached
the
outside
,
to
an
opening
through
which
a
child
could
not
have
passed
,
was
,
for
better
security
,
furnished
with
three
iron
bars
,
so
as
to
quiet
all
apprehensions
even
in
the
mind
of
the
most
suspicious
jailer
as
to
the
possibility
of
a
prisoner
's
escape
.
As
the
stranger
asked
the
question
,
he
dragged
the
table
beneath
the
window
.
"
Climb
up
,
"
said
he
to
Dantes
.
The
young
man
obeyed
,
mounted
on
the
table
,
and
,
divining
the
wishes
of
his
companion
,
placed
his
back
securely
against
the
wall
and
held
out
both
hands
.
The
stranger
,
whom
as
yet
Dantes
knew
only
by
the
number
of
his
cell
,
sprang
up
with
an
agility
by
no
means
to
be
expected
in
a
person
of
his
years
,
and
,
light
and
steady
on
his
feet
as
a
cat
or
a
lizard
,
climbed
from
the
table
to
the
outstretched
hands
of
Dantes
,
and
from
them
to
his
shoulders
;
then
,
bending
double
,
for
the
ceiling
of
the
dungeon
prevented
him
from
holding
himself
erect
,
he
managed
to
slip
his
head
between
the
upper
bars
of
the
window
,
so
as
to
be
able
to
command
a
perfect
view
from
top
to
bottom
.
An
instant
afterwards
he
hastily
drew
back
his
head
,
saying
,
"
I
thought
so
!
"
and
sliding
from
the
shoulders
of
Dantes
as
dextrously
as
he
had
ascended
,
he
nimbly
leaped
from
the
table
to
the
ground
.
"
What
was
it
that
you
thought
?
"
asked
the
young
man
anxiously
,
in
his
turn
descending
from
the
table
.
The
elder
prisoner
pondered
the
matter
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
he
at
length
,
"
it
is
so
.
This
side
of
your
chamber
looks
out
upon
a
kind
of
open
gallery
,
where
patrols
are
continually
passing
,
and
sentries
keep
watch
day
and
night
.
"
"
Are
you
quite
sure
of
that
?
"
