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"
Dantes
?
Did
I
know
poor
dear
Edmond
?
Why
,
Edmond
Dantes
and
myself
were
intimate
friends
!
"
exclaimed
Caderousse
,
whose
countenance
flushed
darkly
as
he
caught
the
penetrating
gaze
of
the
abbe
fixed
on
him
,
while
the
clear
,
calm
eye
of
the
questioner
seemed
to
dilate
with
feverish
scrutiny
.
"
You
remind
me
,
"
said
the
priest
,
"
that
the
young
man
concerning
whom
I
asked
you
was
said
to
bear
the
name
of
Edmond
.
"
"
Said
to
bear
the
name
!
"
repeated
Caderousse
,
becoming
excited
and
eager
.
"
Why
,
he
was
so
called
as
truly
as
I
myself
bore
the
appellation
of
Gaspard
Caderousse
;
but
tell
me
,
I
pray
,
what
has
become
of
poor
Edmond
?
Did
you
know
him
?
Is
he
alive
and
at
liberty
?
Is
he
prosperous
and
happy
?
"
"
He
died
a
more
wretched
,
hopeless
,
heart-broken
prisoner
than
the
felons
who
pay
the
penalty
of
their
crimes
at
the
galleys
of
Toulon
.
"
A
deadly
pallor
followed
the
flush
on
the
countenance
of
Caderousse
,
who
turned
away
,
and
the
priest
saw
him
wiping
the
tears
from
his
eyes
with
the
corner
of
the
red
handkerchief
twisted
round
his
head
.
"
Poor
fellow
,
poor
fellow
!
"
murmured
Caderousse
.
"
Well
,
there
,
sir
,
is
another
proof
that
good
people
are
never
rewarded
on
this
earth
,
and
that
none
but
the
wicked
prosper
.
Ah
,
"
continued
Caderousse
,
speaking
in
the
highly
colored
language
of
the
south
,
"
the
world
grows
worse
and
worse
.
Why
does
not
God
,
if
he
really
hates
the
wicked
,
as
he
is
said
to
do
,
send
down
brimstone
and
fire
,
and
consume
them
altogether
?
"
"
You
speak
as
though
you
had
loved
this
young
Dantes
,
"
observed
the
abbe
,
without
taking
any
notice
of
his
companion
's
vehemence
.
"
And
so
I
did
,
"
replied
Caderousse
;
"
though
once
,
I
confess
,
I
envied
him
his
good
fortune
.
But
I
swear
to
you
,
sir
,
I
swear
to
you
,
by
everything
a
man
holds
dear
,
I
have
,
since
then
,
deeply
and
sincerely
lamented
his
unhappy
fate
.
"
There
was
a
brief
silence
,
during
which
the
fixed
,
searching
eye
of
the
abbe
was
employed
in
scrutinizing
the
agitated
features
of
the
inn-keeper
.
"
You
knew
the
poor
lad
,
then
?
"
continued
Caderousse
.
