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"
Yes
,
and
pretty
tight
too
,
I
can
tell
you
,
"
was
the
answer
.
"
Move
on
,
then
.
"
And
the
bier
was
lifted
once
more
,
and
they
proceeded
.
They
advanced
fifty
paces
farther
,
and
then
stopped
to
open
a
door
,
then
went
forward
again
.
The
noise
of
the
waves
dashing
against
the
rocks
on
which
the
chateau
is
built
,
reached
Dantes
'
ear
distinctly
as
they
went
forward
.
"
Bad
weather
!
"
observed
one
of
the
bearers
;
"
not
a
pleasant
night
for
a
dip
in
the
sea
.
"
"
Why
,
yes
,
the
abbe
runs
a
chance
of
being
wet
,
"
said
the
other
;
and
then
there
was
a
burst
of
brutal
laughter
.
Dantes
did
not
comprehend
the
jest
,
but
his
hair
stood
erect
on
his
head
.
"
Well
,
here
we
are
at
last
,
"
said
one
of
them
.
"
A
little
farther
--
a
little
farther
,
"
said
the
other
.
"
You
know
very
well
that
the
last
was
stopped
on
his
way
,
dashed
on
the
rocks
,
and
the
governor
told
us
next
day
that
we
were
careless
fellows
"
They
ascended
five
or
six
more
steps
,
and
then
Dantes
felt
that
they
took
him
,
one
by
the
head
and
the
other
by
the
heels
,
and
swung
him
to
and
fro
.
"
One
!
"
said
the
grave-diggers
,
"
two
!
three
!
"
And
at
the
same
instant
Dantes
felt
himself
flung
into
the
air
like
a
wounded
bird
,
falling
,
falling
,
with
a
rapidity
that
made
his
blood
curdle
.
Although
drawn
downwards
by
the
heavy
weight
which
hastened
his
rapid
descent
,
it
seemed
to
him
as
if
the
fall
lasted
for
a
century
.
At
last
,
with
a
horrible
splash
,
he
darted
like
an
arrow
into
the
ice-cold
water
,
and
as
he
did
so
he
uttered
a
shrill
cry
,
stifled
in
a
moment
by
his
immersion
beneath
the
waves
.
Dantes
had
been
flung
into
the
sea
,
and
was
dragged
into
its
depths
by
a
thirty-six
pound
shot
tied
to
his
feet
.
The
sea
is
the
cemetery
of
the
Chateau
d'If
.
