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Dantes
,
although
stunned
and
almost
suffocated
,
had
sufficient
presence
of
mind
to
hold
his
breath
,
and
as
his
right
hand
(
prepared
as
he
was
for
every
chance
)
held
his
knife
open
,
he
rapidly
ripped
up
the
sack
,
extricated
his
arm
,
and
then
his
body
;
but
in
spite
of
all
his
efforts
to
free
himself
from
the
shot
,
he
felt
it
dragging
him
down
still
lower
.
He
then
bent
his
body
,
and
by
a
desperate
effort
severed
the
cord
that
bound
his
legs
,
at
the
moment
when
it
seemed
as
if
he
were
actually
strangled
.
With
a
mighty
leap
he
rose
to
the
surface
of
the
sea
,
while
the
shot
dragged
down
to
the
depths
the
sack
that
had
so
nearly
become
his
shroud
.
Dantes
waited
only
to
get
breath
,
and
then
dived
,
in
order
to
avoid
being
seen
.
When
he
arose
a
second
time
,
he
was
fifty
paces
from
where
he
had
first
sunk
.
He
saw
overhead
a
black
and
tempestuous
sky
,
across
which
the
wind
was
driving
clouds
that
occasionally
suffered
a
twinkling
star
to
appear
;
before
him
was
the
vast
expanse
of
waters
,
sombre
and
terrible
,
whose
waves
foamed
and
roared
as
if
before
the
approach
of
a
storm
.
Behind
him
,
blacker
than
the
sea
,
blacker
than
the
sky
,
rose
phantom-like
the
vast
stone
structure
,
whose
projecting
crags
seemed
like
arms
extended
to
seize
their
prey
,
and
on
the
highest
rock
was
a
torch
lighting
two
figures
.
He
fancied
that
these
two
forms
were
looking
at
the
sea
;
doubtless
these
strange
grave-diggers
had
heard
his
cry
.
Dantes
dived
again
,
and
remained
a
long
time
beneath
the
water
.
This
was
an
easy
feat
to
him
,
for
he
usually
attracted
a
crowd
of
spectators
in
the
bay
before
the
lighthouse
at
Marseilles
when
he
swam
there
,
and
was
unanimously
declared
to
be
the
best
swimmer
in
the
port
.
When
he
came
up
again
the
light
had
disappeared
.
He
must
now
get
his
bearings
.
Ratonneau
and
Pomegue
are
the
nearest
islands
of
all
those
that
surround
the
Chateau
d'If
,
but
Ratonneau
and
Pomegue
are
inhabited
,
as
is
also
the
islet
of
Daume
.
Tiboulen
and
Lemaire
were
therefore
the
safest
for
Dantes
'
venture
.
The
islands
of
Tiboulen
and
Lemaire
are
a
league
from
the
Chateau
d'If
;
Dantes
,
nevertheless
,
determined
to
make
for
them
.
But
how
could
he
find
his
way
in
the
darkness
of
the
night
?
At
this
moment
he
saw
the
light
of
Planier
,
gleaming
in
front
of
him
like
a
star
.
By
leaving
this
light
on
the
right
,
he
kept
the
Island
of
Tiboulen
a
little
on
the
left
;
by
turning
to
the
left
,
therefore
,
he
would
find
it
.
But
,
as
we
have
said
,
it
was
at
least
a
league
from
the
Chateau
d'If
to
this
island
.
Often
in
prison
Faria
had
said
to
him
,
when
he
saw
him
idle
and
inactive
,
"
Dantes
,
you
must
not
give
way
to
this
listlessness
;
you
will
be
drowned
if
you
seek
to
escape
,
and
your
strength
has
not
been
properly
exercised
and
prepared
for
exertion
.
"
These
words
rang
in
Dantes
'
ears
,
even
beneath
the
waves
;
he
hastened
to
cleave
his
way
through
them
to
see
if
he
had
not
lost
his
strength
.
He
found
with
pleasure
that
his
captivity
had
taken
away
nothing
of
his
power
,
and
that
he
was
still
master
of
that
element
on
whose
bosom
he
had
so
often
sported
as
a
boy
.
Fear
,
that
relentless
pursuer
,
clogged
Dantes
'
efforts
.
He
listened
for
any
sound
that
might
be
audible
,
and
every
time
that
he
rose
to
the
top
of
a
wave
he
scanned
the
horizon
,
and
strove
to
penetrate
the
darkness
.
He
fancied
that
every
wave
behind
him
was
a
pursuing
boat
,
and
he
redoubled
his
exertions
,
increasing
rapidly
his
distance
from
the
chateau
,
but
exhausting
his
strength
.
He
swam
on
still
,
and
already
the
terrible
chateau
had
disappeared
in
the
darkness
.
He
could
not
see
it
,
but
he
felt
its
presence
.
An
hour
passed
,
during
which
Dantes
,
excited
by
the
feeling
of
freedom
,
continued
to
cleave
the
waves
.
"
Let
us
see
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
have
swum
above
an
hour
,
but
as
the
wind
is
against
me
,
that
has
retarded
my
speed
;
however
,
if
I
am
not
mistaken
,
I
must
be
close
to
Tiboulen
.
But
what
if
I
were
mistaken
?
"
A
shudder
passed
over
him
.
He
sought
to
tread
water
,
in
order
to
rest
himself
;
but
the
sea
was
too
violent
,
and
he
felt
that
he
could
not
make
use
of
this
means
of
recuperation
.
"
Well
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
will
swim
on
until
I
am
worn
out
,
or
the
cramp
seizes
me
,
and
then
I
shall
sink
;
"
and
he
struck
out
with
the
energy
of
despair
.
Suddenly
the
sky
seemed
to
him
to
become
still
darker
and
more
dense
,
and
heavy
clouds
seemed
to
sweep
down
towards
him
;
at
the
same
time
he
felt
a
sharp
pain
in
his
knee
.
He
fancied
for
a
moment
that
he
had
been
shot
,
and
listened
for
the
report
;
but
he
heard
nothing
.
Then
he
put
out
his
hand
,
and
encountered
an
obstacle
and
with
another
stroke
knew
that
he
had
gained
the
shore
.
Before
him
rose
a
grotesque
mass
of
rocks
,
that
resembled
nothing
so
much
as
a
vast
fire
petrified
at
the
moment
of
its
most
fervent
combustion
.
It
was
the
Island
of
Tiboulen
.
Dantes
rose
,
advanced
a
few
steps
,
and
,
with
a
fervent
prayer
of
gratitude
,
stretched
himself
on
the
granite
,
which
seemed
to
him
softer
than
down
.
Then
,
in
spite
of
the
wind
and
rain
,
he
fell
into
the
deep
,
sweet
sleep
of
utter
exhaustion
.
At
the
expiration
of
an
hour
Edmond
was
awakened
by
the
roar
of
thunder
.
The
tempest
was
let
loose
and
beating
the
atmosphere
with
its
mighty
wings
;
from
time
to
time
a
flash
of
lightning
stretched
across
the
heavens
like
a
fiery
serpent
,
lighting
up
the
clouds
that
rolled
on
in
vast
chaotic
waves
.
