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Now
his
plans
were
fully
made
,
and
this
is
what
he
intended
to
do
.
If
while
he
was
being
carried
out
the
grave-diggers
should
discover
that
they
were
bearing
a
live
instead
of
a
dead
body
,
Dantes
did
not
intend
to
give
them
time
to
recognize
him
,
but
with
a
sudden
cut
of
the
knife
,
he
meant
to
open
the
sack
from
top
to
bottom
,
and
,
profiting
by
their
alarm
,
escape
;
if
they
tried
to
catch
him
,
he
would
use
his
knife
to
better
purpose
.
If
they
took
him
to
the
cemetery
and
laid
him
in
a
grave
,
he
would
allow
himself
to
be
covered
with
earth
,
and
then
,
as
it
was
night
,
the
grave-diggers
could
scarcely
have
turned
their
backs
before
he
would
have
worked
his
way
through
the
yielding
soil
and
escaped
.
He
hoped
that
the
weight
of
earth
would
not
be
so
great
that
he
could
not
overcome
it
.
If
he
was
detected
in
this
and
the
earth
proved
too
heavy
,
he
would
be
stifled
,
and
then
--
so
much
the
better
,
all
would
be
over
.
Dantes
had
not
eaten
since
the
preceding
evening
,
but
he
had
not
thought
of
hunger
,
nor
did
he
think
of
it
now
.
His
situation
was
too
precarious
to
allow
him
even
time
to
reflect
on
any
thought
but
one
.
The
first
risk
that
Dantes
ran
was
,
that
the
jailer
,
when
he
brought
him
his
supper
at
seven
o'clock
,
might
perceive
the
change
that
had
been
made
;
fortunately
,
twenty
times
at
least
,
from
misanthropy
or
fatigue
,
Dantes
had
received
his
jailer
in
bed
,
and
then
the
man
placed
his
bread
and
soup
on
the
table
,
and
went
away
without
saying
a
word
.
This
time
the
jailer
might
not
be
as
silent
as
usual
,
but
speak
to
Dantes
,
and
seeing
that
he
received
no
reply
,
go
to
the
bed
,
and
thus
discover
all
.
When
seven
o'clock
came
,
Dantes
'
agony
really
began
.
His
hand
placed
upon
his
heart
was
unable
to
redress
its
throbbings
,
while
,
with
the
other
he
wiped
the
perspiration
from
his
temples
.
From
time
to
time
chills
ran
through
his
whole
body
,
and
clutched
his
heart
in
a
grasp
of
ice
.
Then
he
thought
he
was
going
to
die
.
Yet
the
hours
passed
on
without
any
unusual
disturbance
,
and
Dantes
knew
that
he
had
escaped
the
first
peril
.
It
was
a
good
augury
.
At
length
,
about
the
hour
the
governor
had
appointed
,
footsteps
were
heard
on
the
stairs
.
Edmond
felt
that
the
moment
had
arrived
,
summoned
up
all
his
courage
,
held
his
breath
,
and
would
have
been
happy
if
at
the
same
time
he
could
have
repressed
the
throbbing
of
his
veins
.
The
footsteps
--
they
were
double
--
paused
at
the
door
--
and
Dantes
guessed
that
the
two
grave-diggers
had
come
to
seek
him
--
this
idea
was
soon
converted
into
certainty
,
when
he
heard
the
noise
they
made
in
putting
down
the
hand-bier
.
The
door
opened
,
and
a
dim
light
reached
Dantes
'
eyes
through
the
coarse
sack
that
covered
him
;
he
saw
two
shadows
approach
his
bed
,
a
third
remaining
at
the
door
with
a
torch
in
its
hand
.
The
two
men
,
approaching
the
ends
of
the
bed
,
took
the
sack
by
its
extremities
.
"
He
's
heavy
though
for
an
old
and
thin
man
,
"
said
one
,
as
he
raised
the
head
.
"
They
say
every
year
adds
half
a
pound
to
the
weight
of
the
bones
,
"
said
another
,
lifting
the
feet
.
"
Have
you
tied
the
knot
?
"
inquired
the
first
speaker
.
"
What
would
be
the
use
of
carrying
so
much
more
weight
?
"
was
the
reply
,
"
I
can
do
that
when
we
get
there
.
"
"
Yes
,
you
're
right
,
"
replied
the
companion
.
