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"
Thanks
,
"
said
the
poor
abbe
,
shivering
as
though
his
veins
were
filled
with
ice
.
"
I
am
about
to
be
seized
with
a
fit
of
catalepsy
;
when
it
comes
to
its
height
I
shall
probably
lie
still
and
motionless
as
though
dead
,
uttering
neither
sigh
nor
groan
.
On
the
other
hand
,
the
symptoms
may
be
much
more
violent
,
and
cause
me
to
fall
into
fearful
convulsions
,
foam
at
the
mouth
,
and
cry
out
loudly
.
Take
care
my
cries
are
not
heard
,
for
if
they
are
it
is
more
than
probable
I
should
be
removed
to
another
part
of
the
prison
,
and
we
be
separated
forever
.
When
I
become
quite
motionless
,
cold
,
and
rigid
as
a
corpse
,
then
,
and
not
before
--
be
careful
about
this
--
force
open
my
teeth
with
the
knife
,
pour
from
eight
to
ten
drops
of
the
liquor
contained
in
the
phial
down
my
throat
,
and
I
may
perhaps
revive
.
"
"
Perhaps
!
"
exclaimed
Dantes
in
grief-stricken
tones
.
"
Help
!
help
!
"
cried
the
abbe
,
"
I
--
I
--
die
--
I
"
--
So
sudden
and
violent
was
the
fit
that
the
unfortunate
prisoner
was
unable
to
complete
the
sentence
;
a
violent
convulsion
shook
his
whole
frame
,
his
eyes
started
from
their
sockets
,
his
mouth
was
drawn
on
one
side
,
his
cheeks
became
purple
,
he
struggled
,
foamed
,
dashed
himself
about
,
and
uttered
the
most
dreadful
cries
,
which
,
however
,
Dantes
prevented
from
being
heard
by
covering
his
head
with
the
blanket
.
The
fit
lasted
two
hours
;
then
,
more
helpless
than
an
infant
,
and
colder
and
paler
than
marble
,
more
crushed
and
broken
than
a
reed
trampled
under
foot
,
he
fell
back
,
doubled
up
in
one
last
convulsion
,
and
became
as
rigid
as
a
corpse
.
Edmond
waited
till
life
seemed
extinct
in
the
body
of
his
friend
,
then
,
taking
up
the
knife
,
he
with
difficulty
forced
open
the
closely
fixed
jaws
,
carefully
administered
the
appointed
number
of
drops
,
and
anxiously
awaited
the
result
.
An
hour
passed
away
and
the
old
man
gave
no
sign
of
returning
animation
.
Dantes
began
to
fear
he
had
delayed
too
long
ere
he
administered
the
remedy
,
and
,
thrusting
his
hands
into
his
hair
,
continued
gazing
on
the
lifeless
features
of
his
friend
.
At
length
a
slight
color
tinged
the
livid
cheeks
,
consciousness
returned
to
the
dull
,
open
eyeballs
,
a
faint
sigh
issued
from
the
lips
,
and
the
sufferer
made
a
feeble
effort
to
move
.
"
He
is
saved
!
he
is
saved
!
"
cried
Dantes
in
a
paroxysm
of
delight
.
The
sick
man
was
not
yet
able
to
speak
,
but
he
pointed
with
evident
anxiety
towards
the
door
.
Dantes
listened
,
and
plainly
distinguished
the
approaching
steps
of
the
jailer
.
It
was
therefore
near
seven
o'clock
;
but
Edmond
's
anxiety
had
put
all
thoughts
of
time
out
of
his
head
.
The
young
man
sprang
to
the
entrance
,
darted
through
it
,
carefully
drawing
the
stone
over
the
opening
,
and
hurried
to
his
cell
.
He
had
scarcely
done
so
before
the
door
opened
,
and
the
jailer
saw
the
prisoner
seated
as
usual
on
the
side
of
his
bed
.
Almost
before
the
key
had
turned
in
the
lock
,
and
before
the
departing
steps
of
the
jailer
had
died
away
in
the
long
corridor
he
had
to
traverse
,
Dantes
,
whose
restless
anxiety
concerning
his
friend
left
him
no
desire
to
touch
the
food
brought
him
,
hurried
back
to
the
abbe
's
chamber
,
and
raising
the
stone
by
pressing
his
head
against
it
,
was
soon
beside
the
sick
man
's
couch
.
Faria
had
now
fully
regained
his
consciousness
,
but
he
still
lay
helpless
and
exhausted
.
"
I
did
not
expect
to
see
you
again
,
"
said
he
feebly
,
to
Dantes
.
