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"
Are
you
not
,
"
he
asked
,
"
the
priest
who
here
in
the
Chateau
d'If
is
generally
thought
to
be-ill
?
"
"
Mad
,
you
mean
,
do
n't
you
?
"
"
I
did
not
like
to
say
so
,
"
answered
Dantes
,
smiling
.
"
Well
,
then
,
"
resumed
Faria
with
a
bitter
smile
,
"
let
me
answer
your
question
in
full
,
by
acknowledging
that
I
am
the
poor
mad
prisoner
of
the
Chateau
d'If
,
for
many
years
permitted
to
amuse
the
different
visitors
with
what
is
said
to
be
my
insanity
;
and
,
in
all
probability
,
I
should
be
promoted
to
the
honor
of
making
sport
for
the
children
,
if
such
innocent
beings
could
be
found
in
an
abode
devoted
like
this
to
suffering
and
despair
.
"
Dantes
remained
for
a
short
time
mute
and
motionless
;
at
length
he
said
--
"
Then
you
abandon
all
hope
of
escape
?
"
"
I
perceive
its
utter
impossibility
;
and
I
consider
it
impious
to
attempt
that
which
the
Almighty
evidently
does
not
approve
.
"
"
Nay
,
be
not
discouraged
.
Would
it
not
be
expecting
too
much
to
hope
to
succeed
at
your
first
attempt
?
Why
not
try
to
find
an
opening
in
another
direction
from
that
which
has
so
unfortunately
failed
?
"
"
Alas
,
it
shows
how
little
notion
you
can
have
of
all
it
has
cost
me
to
effect
a
purpose
so
unexpectedly
frustrated
,
that
you
talk
of
beginning
over
again
.
In
the
first
place
,
I
was
four
years
making
the
tools
I
possess
,
and
have
been
two
years
scraping
and
digging
out
earth
,
hard
as
granite
itself
;
then
what
toil
and
fatigue
has
it
not
been
to
remove
huge
stones
I
should
once
have
deemed
impossible
to
loosen
.
Whole
days
have
I
passed
in
these
Titanic
efforts
,
considering
my
labor
well
repaid
if
,
by
night-time
I
had
contrived
to
carry
away
a
square
inch
of
this
hard-bound
cement
,
changed
by
ages
into
a
substance
unyielding
as
the
stones
themselves
;
then
to
conceal
the
mass
of
earth
and
rubbish
I
dug
up
,
I
was
compelled
to
break
through
a
staircase
,
and
throw
the
fruits
of
my
labor
into
the
hollow
part
of
it
;
but
the
well
is
now
so
completely
choked
up
,
that
I
scarcely
think
it
would
be
possible
to
add
another
handful
of
dust
without
leading
to
discovery
.
Consider
also
that
I
fully
believed
I
had
accomplished
the
end
and
aim
of
my
undertaking
,
for
which
I
had
so
exactly
husbanded
my
strength
as
to
make
it
just
hold
out
to
the
termination
of
my
enterprise
;
and
now
,
at
the
moment
when
I
reckoned
upon
success
,
my
hopes
are
forever
dashed
from
me
.
No
,
I
repeat
again
,
that
nothing
shall
induce
me
to
renew
attempts
evidently
at
variance
with
the
Almighty
's
pleasure
.
"
Dantes
held
down
his
head
,
that
the
other
might
not
see
how
joy
at
the
thought
of
having
a
companion
outweighed
the
sympathy
he
felt
for
the
failure
of
the
abbe
's
plans
.
