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Caderousse
,
who
had
let
his
head
drop
on
the
table
,
now
raised
it
,
and
looking
at
Fernand
with
his
dull
and
fishy
eyes
,
he
said
--
"
Kill
Dantes
!
who
talks
of
killing
Dantes
?
I
wo
n't
have
him
killed
--
I
wo
n't
!
He
's
my
friend
,
and
this
morning
offered
to
share
his
money
with
me
,
as
I
shared
mine
with
him
.
I
wo
n't
have
Dantes
killed
--
I
wo
n't
!
"
"
And
who
has
said
a
word
about
killing
him
,
muddlehead
?
"
replied
Danglars
.
"
We
were
merely
joking
;
drink
to
his
health
,
"
he
added
,
filling
Caderousse
's
glass
,
"
and
do
not
interfere
with
us
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
Dantes
'
good
health
!
"
said
Caderousse
,
emptying
his
glass
,
"
here
's
to
his
health
!
his
health
--
hurrah
!
"
"
But
the
means
--
the
means
?
"
said
Fernand
.
"
Have
you
not
hit
upon
any
?
"
asked
Danglars
.
"
No
!
--
you
undertook
to
do
so
.
"
"
True
,
"
replied
Danglars
;
"
the
French
have
the
superiority
over
the
Spaniards
,
that
the
Spaniards
ruminate
,
while
the
French
invent
.
"
"
Do
you
invent
,
then
,
"
said
Fernand
impatiently
.
"
Waiter
,
"
said
Danglars
,
"
pen
,
ink
,
and
paper
.
"
