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"
"
Ah
,
ma
foi
,
under
any
circumstances
,
"
said
Caderousse
,
who
drank
as
he
spoke
,
and
on
whom
the
fumes
of
the
wine
began
to
take
effect
--
"
under
any
circumstances
Fernand
is
not
the
only
person
put
out
by
the
fortunate
arrival
of
Dantes
;
is
he
,
Danglars
?
"
"
No
,
you
are
right
--
and
I
should
say
that
would
bring
him
ill-luck
.
"
"
Well
,
never
mind
,
"
answered
Caderousse
,
pouring
out
a
glass
of
wine
for
Fernand
,
and
filling
his
own
for
the
eighth
or
ninth
time
,
while
Danglars
had
merely
sipped
his
.
"
Never
mind
--
in
the
meantime
he
marries
Mercedes
--
the
lovely
Mercedes
--
at
least
he
returns
to
do
that
.
"
During
this
time
Danglars
fixed
his
piercing
glance
on
the
young
man
,
on
whose
heart
Caderousse
's
words
fell
like
molten
lead
.
"
And
when
is
the
wedding
to
be
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Oh
,
it
is
not
yet
fixed
!
"
murmured
Fernand
.
"
No
,
but
it
will
be
,
"
said
Caderousse
,
"
as
surely
as
Dantes
will
be
captain
of
the
Pharaon
--
eh
,
Danglars
?
"
Danglars
shuddered
at
this
unexpected
attack
,
and
turned
to
Caderousse
,
whose
countenance
he
scrutinized
,
to
try
and
detect
whether
the
blow
was
premeditated
;
but
he
read
nothing
but
envy
in
a
countenance
already
rendered
brutal
and
stupid
by
drunkenness
.
"
Well
,
"
said
he
,
filling
the
glasses
,
"
let
us
drink
to
Captain
Edmond
Dantes
,
husband
of
the
beautiful
Catalane
!
"
