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"
You
're
wrong
.
Come
with
us
to
Marseilles
--
come
along
.
"
"
I
will
not
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
you
will
not
?
Well
,
just
as
you
like
,
my
prince
;
there
's
liberty
for
all
the
world
.
Come
along
,
Danglars
,
and
let
the
young
gentleman
return
to
the
Catalans
if
he
chooses
.
"
Danglars
took
advantage
of
Caderousse
's
temper
at
the
moment
,
to
take
him
off
towards
Marseilles
by
the
Porte
Saint
--
Victor
,
staggering
as
he
went
.
When
they
had
advanced
about
twenty
yards
,
Danglars
looked
back
and
saw
Fernand
stoop
,
pick
up
the
crumpled
paper
,
and
putting
it
into
his
pocket
then
rush
out
of
the
arbor
towards
Pillon
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Caderousse
,
"
why
,
what
a
lie
he
told
!
He
said
he
was
going
to
the
Catalans
,
and
he
is
going
to
the
city
.
Hallo
,
Fernand
!
"
"
Oh
,
you
do
n't
see
straight
,
"
said
Danglars
;
"
he
's
gone
right
enough
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Caderousse
,
"
I
should
have
said
not
--
how
treacherous
wine
is
!
"
"
Come
,
come
,
"
said
Danglars
to
himself
,
"
now
the
thing
is
at
work
and
it
will
effect
its
purpose
unassisted
.
"
The
morning
's
sun
rose
clear
and
resplendent
,
touching
the
foamy
waves
into
a
network
of
ruby-tinted
light
.
