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"
A
telegraph
.
So
now
I
have
told
my
secret
.
"
"
A
telegraph
?
"
repeated
Madame
de
Villefort
.
"
Yes
,
a
telegraph
.
I
had
often
seen
one
placed
at
the
end
of
a
road
on
a
hillock
,
and
in
the
light
of
the
sun
its
black
arms
,
bending
in
every
direction
,
always
reminded
me
of
the
claws
of
an
immense
beetle
,
and
I
assure
you
it
was
never
without
emotion
that
I
gazed
on
it
,
for
I
could
not
help
thinking
how
wonderful
it
was
that
these
various
signs
should
be
made
to
cleave
the
air
with
such
precision
as
to
convey
to
the
distance
of
three
hundred
leagues
the
ideas
and
wishes
of
a
man
sitting
at
a
table
at
one
end
of
the
line
to
another
man
similarly
placed
at
the
opposite
extremity
,
and
all
this
effected
by
a
simple
act
of
volition
on
the
part
of
the
sender
of
the
message
.
I
began
to
think
of
genii
,
sylphs
,
gnomes
,
in
short
,
of
all
the
ministers
of
the
occult
sciences
,
until
I
laughed
aloud
at
the
freaks
of
my
own
imagination
.
Now
,
it
never
occurred
to
me
to
wish
for
a
nearer
inspection
of
these
large
insects
,
with
their
long
black
claws
,
for
I
always
feared
to
find
under
their
stone
wings
some
little
human
genius
fagged
to
death
with
cabals
,
factions
,
and
government
intrigues
.
But
one
fine
day
I
learned
that
the
mover
of
this
telegraph
was
only
a
poor
wretch
,
hired
for
twelve
hundred
francs
a
year
,
and
employed
all
day
,
not
in
studying
the
heavens
like
an
astronomer
,
or
in
gazing
on
the
water
like
an
angler
,
or
even
in
enjoying
the
privilege
of
observing
the
country
around
him
,
but
all
his
monotonous
life
was
passed
in
watching
his
white-bellied
,
black-clawed
fellow
insect
,
four
or
five
leagues
distant
from
him
.
At
length
I
felt
a
desire
to
study
this
living
chrysalis
more
closely
,
and
to
endeavor
to
understand
the
secret
part
played
by
these
insect-actors
when
they
occupy
themselves
simply
with
pulling
different
pieces
of
string
.
"
"
And
are
you
going
there
?
"
"
I
am
.
"
"
What
telegraph
do
you
intend
visiting
?
that
of
the
home
department
,
or
of
the
observatory
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
;
I
should
find
there
people
who
would
force
me
to
understand
things
of
which
I
would
prefer
to
remain
ignorant
,
and
who
would
try
to
explain
to
me
,
in
spite
of
myself
,
a
mystery
which
even
they
do
not
understand
.
Ma
foi
,
I
should
wish
to
keep
my
illusions
concerning
insects
unimpaired
;
it
is
quite
enough
to
have
those
dissipated
which
I
had
formed
of
my
fellow-creatures
.
I
shall
,
therefore
,
not
visit
either
of
these
telegraphs
,
but
one
in
the
open
country
where
I
shall
find
a
good-natured
simpleton
,
who
knows
no
more
than
the
machine
he
is
employed
to
work
.
"
"
You
are
a
singular
man
,
"
said
Villefort
