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That
very
day
the
miners
began
their
labors
,
with
a
vigor
and
alacrity
proportionate
to
their
long
rest
from
fatigue
and
their
hopes
of
ultimate
success
.
Nothing
interrupted
the
progress
of
the
work
except
the
necessity
that
each
was
under
of
returning
to
his
cell
in
anticipation
of
the
turnkey
's
visits
.
They
had
learned
to
distinguish
the
almost
imperceptible
sound
of
his
footsteps
as
he
descended
towards
their
dungeons
,
and
happily
,
never
failed
of
being
prepared
for
his
coming
.
The
fresh
earth
excavated
during
their
present
work
,
and
which
would
have
entirely
blocked
up
the
old
passage
,
was
thrown
,
by
degrees
and
with
the
utmost
precaution
,
out
of
the
window
in
either
Faria
's
or
Dantes
'
cell
,
the
rubbish
being
first
pulverized
so
finely
that
the
night
wind
carried
it
far
away
without
permitting
the
smallest
trace
to
remain
.
More
than
a
year
had
been
consumed
in
this
undertaking
,
the
only
tools
for
which
had
been
a
chisel
,
a
knife
,
and
a
wooden
lever
;
Faria
still
continuing
to
instruct
Dantes
by
conversing
with
him
,
sometimes
in
one
language
,
sometimes
in
another
;
at
others
,
relating
to
him
the
history
of
nations
and
great
men
who
from
time
to
time
have
risen
to
fame
and
trodden
the
path
of
glory
.
The
abbe
was
a
man
of
the
world
,
and
had
,
moreover
,
mixed
in
the
first
society
of
the
day
;
he
wore
an
air
of
melancholy
dignity
which
Dantes
,
thanks
to
the
imitative
powers
bestowed
on
him
by
nature
,
easily
acquired
,
as
well
as
that
outward
polish
and
politeness
he
had
before
been
wanting
in
,
and
which
is
seldom
possessed
except
by
those
who
have
been
placed
in
constant
intercourse
with
persons
of
high
birth
and
breeding
.
At
the
end
of
fifteen
months
the
level
was
finished
,
and
the
excavation
completed
beneath
the
gallery
,
and
the
two
workmen
could
distinctly
hear
the
measured
tread
of
the
sentinel
as
he
paced
to
and
fro
over
their
heads
.
Compelled
,
as
they
were
,
to
await
a
night
sufficiently
dark
to
favor
their
flight
,
they
were
obliged
to
defer
their
final
attempt
till
that
auspicious
moment
should
arrive
;
their
greatest
dread
now
was
lest
the
stone
through
which
the
sentry
was
doomed
to
fall
should
give
way
before
its
right
time
,
and
this
they
had
in
some
measure
provided
against
by
propping
it
up
with
a
small
beam
which
they
had
discovered
in
the
walls
through
which
they
had
worked
their
way
.
Dantes
was
occupied
in
arranging
this
piece
of
wood
when
he
heard
Faria
,
who
had
remained
in
Edmond
's
cell
for
the
purpose
of
cutting
a
peg
to
secure
their
rope-ladder
,
call
to
him
in
a
tone
indicative
of
great
suffering
.
Dantes
hastened
to
his
dungeon
,
where
he
found
him
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
pale
as
death
,
his
forehead
streaming
with
perspiration
,
and
his
hands
clinched
tightly
together
.
"
Gracious
heavens
!
"
exclaimed
Dantes
,
"
what
is
the
matter
?
what
has
happened
?
"
"
Quick
!
quick
!
"
returned
the
abbe
,
"
listen
to
what
I
have
to
say
.
"
Dantes
looked
in
fear
and
wonder
at
the
livid
countenance
of
Faria
,
whose
eyes
,
already
dull
and
sunken
,
were
surrounded
by
purple
circles
,
while
his
lips
were
white
as
those
of
a
corpse
,
and
his
very
hair
seemed
to
stand
on
end
.
"
Tell
me
,
I
beseech
you
,
what
ails
you
?
"
cried
Dantes
,
letting
his
chisel
fall
to
the
floor
.
"
Alas
,
"
faltered
out
the
abbe
,
"
all
is
over
with
me
.
I
am
seized
with
a
terrible
,
perhaps
mortal
illness
;
I
can
feel
that
the
paroxysm
is
fast
approaching
.
I
had
a
similar
attack
the
year
previous
to
my
imprisonment
.
This
malady
admits
but
of
one
remedy
;
I
will
tell
you
what
that
is
.
Go
into
my
cell
as
quickly
as
you
can
;
draw
out
one
of
the
feet
that
support
the
bed
;
you
will
find
it
has
been
hollowed
out
for
the
purpose
of
containing
a
small
phial
you
will
see
there
half-filled
with
a
red-looking
fluid
.
Bring
it
to
me
--
or
rather
--
no
,
no
!
--
I
may
be
found
here
,
therefore
help
me
back
to
my
room
while
I
have
the
strength
to
drag
myself
along
.
Who
knows
what
may
happen
,
or
how
long
the
attack
may
last
?
"
In
spite
of
the
magnitude
of
the
misfortune
which
thus
suddenly
frustrated
his
hopes
,
Dantes
did
not
lose
his
presence
of
mind
,
but
descended
into
the
passage
,
dragging
his
unfortunate
companion
with
him
;
then
,
half-carrying
,
half-supporting
him
,
he
managed
to
reach
the
abbe
's
chamber
,
when
he
immediately
laid
the
sufferer
on
his
bed
.
