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"
Why
,
as
for
that
,
I
could
only
know
what
I
was
told
respecting
the
merchandise
with
which
the
vessel
was
laden
.
I
know
she
was
loaded
with
cotton
,
and
that
she
took
in
her
freight
at
Alexandria
from
Pastret
's
warehouse
,
and
at
Smyrna
from
Pascal
's
;
that
is
all
I
was
obliged
to
know
,
and
I
beg
I
may
not
be
asked
for
any
further
particulars
.
"
"
Now
I
recollect
,
"
said
the
afflicted
old
father
;
"
my
poor
boy
told
me
yesterday
he
had
got
a
small
case
of
coffee
,
and
another
of
tobacco
for
me
!
"
"
There
,
you
see
,
"
exclaimed
Danglars
.
"
Now
the
mischief
is
out
;
depend
upon
it
the
custom-house
people
went
rummaging
about
the
ship
in
our
absence
,
and
discovered
poor
Dantes
'
hidden
treasures
.
"
Mercedes
,
however
,
paid
no
heed
to
this
explanation
of
her
lover
's
arrest
.
Her
grief
,
which
she
had
hitherto
tried
to
restrain
,
now
burst
out
in
a
violent
fit
of
hysterical
sobbing
.
"
Come
,
come
,
"
said
the
old
man
,
"
be
comforted
,
my
poor
child
;
there
is
still
hope
!
"
"
Hope
!
"
repeated
Danglars
.
"
Hope
!
"
faintly
murmured
Fernand
,
but
the
word
seemed
to
die
away
on
his
pale
agitated
lips
,
and
a
convulsive
spasm
passed
over
his
countenance
.
"
Good
news
!
good
news
!
"
shouted
forth
one
of
the
party
stationed
in
the
balcony
on
the
lookout
.
"
Here
comes
M.
Morrel
back
.
No
doubt
,
now
,
we
shall
hear
that
our
friend
is
released
!
"
Mercedes
and
the
old
man
rushed
to
meet
the
shipowner
and
greeted
him
at
the
door
.
He
was
very
pale
.
