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"
Pen
,
ink
,
and
paper
,
"
muttered
Fernand
.
"
Yes
;
I
am
a
supercargo
;
pen
,
ink
,
and
paper
are
my
tools
,
and
without
my
tools
I
am
fit
for
nothing
.
"
"
Pen
,
ink
,
and
paper
,
then
,
"
called
Fernand
loudly
.
"
There
's
what
you
want
on
that
table
,
"
said
the
waiter
.
"
Bring
them
here
.
"
The
waiter
did
as
he
was
desired
.
"
When
one
thinks
,
"
said
Caderousse
,
letting
his
hand
drop
on
the
paper
,
"
there
is
here
wherewithal
to
kill
a
man
more
sure
than
if
we
waited
at
the
corner
of
a
wood
to
assassinate
him
!
I
have
always
had
more
dread
of
a
pen
,
a
bottle
of
ink
,
and
a
sheet
of
paper
,
than
of
a
sword
or
pistol
.
"
"
The
fellow
is
not
so
drunk
as
he
appears
to
be
,
"
said
Danglars
.
"
Give
him
some
more
wine
,
Fernand
.
"
Fernand
filled
Caderousse
's
glass
,
who
,
like
the
confirmed
toper
he
was
,
lifted
his
hand
from
the
paper
and
seized
the
glass
.
The
Catalan
watched
him
until
Caderousse
,
almost
overcome
by
this
fresh
assault
on
his
senses
,
rested
,
or
rather
dropped
,
his
glass
upon
the
table
.
"
Well
!
"
resumed
the
Catalan
,
as
he
saw
the
final
glimmer
of
Caderousse
's
reason
vanishing
before
the
last
glass
of
wine
.
"
Well
,
then
,
I
should
say
,
for
instance
,
"
resumed
Danglars
,
"
that
if
after
a
voyage
such
as
Dantes
has
just
made
,
in
which
he
touched
at
the
Island
of
Elba
,
some
one
were
to
denounce
him
to
the
king
's
procureur
as
a
Bonapartist
agent
"
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