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"
"
Shall
we
watch
by
the
corpse
?
"
"
Of
what
use
would
it
be
?
Shut
the
dungeon
as
if
he
were
alive
--
that
is
all
.
"
Then
the
steps
retreated
,
and
the
voices
died
away
in
the
distance
;
the
noise
of
the
door
,
with
its
creaking
hinges
and
bolts
ceased
,
and
a
silence
more
sombre
than
that
of
solitude
ensued
--
the
silence
of
death
,
which
was
all-pervasive
,
and
struck
its
icy
chill
to
the
very
soul
of
Dantes
.
Then
he
raised
the
flag-stone
cautiously
with
his
head
,
and
looked
carefully
around
the
chamber
.
It
was
empty
,
and
Dantes
emerged
from
the
tunnel
.
On
the
bed
,
at
full
length
,
and
faintly
illuminated
by
the
pale
light
that
came
from
the
window
,
lay
a
sack
of
canvas
,
and
under
its
rude
folds
was
stretched
a
long
and
stiffened
form
;
it
was
Faria
's
last
winding-sheet
--
a
winding-sheet
which
,
as
the
turnkey
said
,
cost
so
little
.
Everything
was
in
readiness
.
A
barrier
had
been
placed
between
Dantes
and
his
old
friend
.
No
longer
could
Edmond
look
into
those
wide-open
eyes
which
had
seemed
to
be
penetrating
the
mysteries
of
death
;
no
longer
could
he
clasp
the
hand
which
had
done
so
much
to
make
his
existence
blessed
.
Faria
,
the
beneficent
and
cheerful
companion
,
with
whom
he
was
accustomed
to
live
so
intimately
,
no
longer
breathed
.
He
seated
himself
on
the
edge
of
that
terrible
bed
,
and
fell
into
melancholy
and
gloomy
revery
.
Alone
--
he
was
alone
again
--
again
condemned
to
silence
--
again
face
to
face
with
nothingness
!
Alone
!
--
never
again
to
see
the
face
,
never
again
to
hear
the
voice
of
the
only
human
being
who
united
him
to
earth
!
Was
not
Faria
's
fate
the
better
,
after
all
--
to
solve
the
problem
of
life
at
its
source
,
even
at
the
risk
of
horrible
suffering
?
The
idea
of
suicide
,
which
his
friend
had
driven
away
and
kept
away
by
his
cheerful
presence
,
now
hovered
like
a
phantom
over
the
abbe
's
dead
body
.
"
If
I
could
die
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
should
go
where
he
goes
,
and
should
assuredly
find
him
again
.
But
how
to
die
?
It
is
very
easy
,
"
he
went
on
with
a
smile
;
"
I
will
remain
here
,
rush
on
the
first
person
that
opens
the
door
,
strangle
him
,
and
then
they
will
guillotine
me
.
"
But
excessive
grief
is
like
a
storm
at
sea
,
where
the
frail
bark
is
tossed
from
the
depths
to
the
top
of
the
wave
.
Dantes
recoiled
from
the
idea
of
so
infamous
a
death
,
and
passed
suddenly
from
despair
to
an
ardent
desire
for
life
and
liberty
.
"
Die
?
oh
,
no
,
"
he
exclaimed
--
"
not
die
now
,
after
having
lived
and
suffered
so
long
and
so
much
!
Die
?
yes
,
had
I
died
years
ago
;
but
now
to
die
would
be
,
indeed
,
to
give
way
to
the
sarcasm
of
destiny
.
No
,
I
want
to
live
;
I
shall
struggle
to
the
very
last
;
I
will
yet
win
back
the
happiness
of
which
I
have
been
deprived
.
Before
I
die
I
must
not
forget
that
I
have
my
executioners
to
punish
,
and
perhaps
,
too
,
who
knows
,
some
friends
to
reward
.
Yet
they
will
forget
me
here
,
and
I
shall
die
in
my
dungeon
like
Faria
.
"
As
he
said
this
,
he
became
silent
and
gazed
straight
before
him
like
one
overwhelmed
with
a
strange
and
amazing
thought
.
Suddenly
he
arose
,
lifted
his
hand
to
his
brow
as
if
his
brain
were
giddy
,
paced
twice
or
thrice
round
the
dungeon
,
and
then
paused
abruptly
by
the
bed
.
"
Just
God
!
"
he
muttered
,
"
whence
comes
this
thought
?
Is
it
from
thee
?
Since
none
but
the
dead
pass
freely
from
this
dungeon
,
let
me
take
the
place
of
the
dead
!
"
Without
giving
himself
time
to
reconsider
his
decision
,
and
,
indeed
,
that
he
might
not
allow
his
thoughts
to
be
distracted
from
his
desperate
resolution
,
he
bent
over
the
appalling
shroud
,
opened
it
with
the
knife
which
Faria
had
made
,
drew
the
corpse
from
the
sack
,
and
bore
it
along
the
tunnel
to
his
own
chamber
,
laid
it
on
his
couch
,
tied
around
its
head
the
rag
he
wore
at
night
around
his
own
,
covered
it
with
his
counterpane
,
once
again
kissed
the
ice-cold
brow
,
and
tried
vainly
to
close
the
resisting
eyes
,
which
glared
horribly
,
turned
the
head
towards
the
wall
,
so
that
the
jailer
might
,
when
he
brought
the
evening
meal
,
believe
that
he
was
asleep
,
as
was
his
frequent
custom
;
entered
the
tunnel
again
,
drew
the
bed
against
the
wall
,
returned
to
the
other
cell
,
took
from
the
hiding-place
the
needle
and
thread
,
flung
off
his
rags
,
that
they
might
feel
only
naked
flesh
beneath
the
coarse
canvas
,
and
getting
inside
the
sack
,
placed
himself
in
the
posture
in
which
the
dead
body
had
been
laid
,
and
sewed
up
the
mouth
of
the
sack
from
the
inside
.
He
would
have
been
discovered
by
the
beating
of
his
heart
,
if
by
any
mischance
the
jailers
had
entered
at
that
moment
.
Dantes
might
have
waited
until
the
evening
visit
was
over
,
but
he
was
afraid
that
the
governor
would
change
his
mind
,
and
order
the
dead
body
to
be
removed
earlier
.
In
that
case
his
last
hope
would
have
been
destroyed
.
