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"
I
do
.
"
"
Well
,
the
whole
thing
is
more
clear
to
me
than
that
sunbeam
is
to
you
.
Poor
fellow
!
poor
young
man
!
And
you
tell
me
this
magistrate
expressed
great
sympathy
and
commiseration
for
you
?
"
"
He
did
.
"
"
And
the
worthy
man
destroyed
your
compromising
letter
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
And
then
made
you
swear
never
to
utter
the
name
of
Noirtier
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Why
,
you
poor
short-sighted
simpleton
,
can
you
not
guess
who
this
Noirtier
was
,
whose
very
name
he
was
so
careful
to
keep
concealed
?
Noirtier
was
his
father
.
"
Had
a
thunderbolt
fallen
at
the
feet
of
Dantes
,
or
hell
opened
its
yawning
gulf
before
him
,
he
could
not
have
been
more
completely
transfixed
with
horror
than
he
was
at
the
sound
of
these
unexpected
words
.
Starting
up
,
he
clasped
his
hands
around
his
head
as
though
to
prevent
his
very
brain
from
bursting
,
and
exclaimed
,
"
His
father
!
his
father
!
"
