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"
Then
it
is
Danglars
.
"
"
I
feel
quite
sure
of
it
now
.
"
"
Wait
a
little
.
Pray
,
was
Danglars
acquainted
with
Fernand
?
"
"
No
--
yes
,
he
was
.
Now
I
recollect
"
--
"
What
?
"
"
To
have
seen
them
both
sitting
at
table
together
under
an
arbor
at
Pere
Pamphile
's
the
evening
before
the
day
fixed
for
my
wedding
.
They
were
in
earnest
conversation
.
Danglars
was
joking
in
a
friendly
way
,
but
Fernand
looked
pale
and
agitated
.
"
"
Were
they
alone
?
"
"
There
was
a
third
person
with
them
whom
I
knew
perfectly
well
,
and
who
had
,
in
all
probability
made
their
acquaintance
;
he
was
a
tailor
named
Caderousse
,
but
he
was
very
drunk
.
Stay
!
--
stay
!
--
How
strange
that
it
should
not
have
occurred
to
me
before
!
Now
I
remember
quite
well
,
that
on
the
table
round
which
they
were
sitting
were
pens
,
ink
,
and
paper
.
Oh
,
the
heartless
,
treacherous
scoundrels
!
"
exclaimed
Dantes
,
pressing
his
hand
to
his
throbbing
brows
.
"
Is
there
anything
else
I
can
assist
you
in
discovering
,
besides
the
villany
of
your
friends
?
"
inquired
the
abbe
with
a
laugh
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
replied
Dantes
eagerly
;
"
I
would
beg
of
you
,
who
see
so
completely
to
the
depths
of
things
,
and
to
whom
the
greatest
mystery
seems
but
an
easy
riddle
,
to
explain
to
me
how
it
was
that
I
underwent
no
second
examination
,
was
never
brought
to
trial
,
and
,
above
all
,
was
condemned
without
ever
having
had
sentence
passed
on
me
?
"
