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The
prisoner
's
first
feeling
was
of
joy
at
again
breathing
the
pure
air
--
for
air
is
freedom
;
but
he
soon
sighed
,
for
he
passed
before
La
Reserve
,
where
he
had
that
morning
been
so
happy
,
and
now
through
the
open
windows
came
the
laughter
and
revelry
of
a
ball
.
Dantes
folded
his
hands
,
raised
his
eyes
to
heaven
,
and
prayed
fervently
.
The
boat
continued
her
voyage
.
They
had
passed
the
Tete
de
Morte
,
were
now
off
the
Anse
du
Pharo
,
and
about
to
double
the
battery
.
This
manoeuvre
was
incomprehensible
to
Dantes
.
"
Whither
are
you
taking
me
?
"
asked
he
.
"
You
will
soon
know
.
"
"
But
still
"
--
"
We
are
forbidden
to
give
you
any
explanation
.
"
Dantes
,
trained
in
discipline
,
knew
that
nothing
would
be
more
absurd
than
to
question
subordinates
,
who
were
forbidden
to
reply
;
and
so
he
remained
silent
.
The
most
vague
and
wild
thoughts
passed
through
his
mind
.
The
boat
they
were
in
could
not
make
a
long
voyage
;
there
was
no
vessel
at
anchor
outside
the
harbor
;
he
thought
,
perhaps
,
they
were
going
to
leave
him
on
some
distant
point
.
He
was
not
bound
,
nor
had
they
made
any
attempt
to
handcuff
him
;
this
seemed
a
good
augury
.
Besides
,
had
not
the
deputy
,
who
had
been
so
kind
to
him
,
told
him
that
provided
he
did
not
pronounce
the
dreaded
name
of
Noirtier
,
he
had
nothing
to
apprehend
?
Had
not
Villefort
in
his
presence
destroyed
the
fatal
letter
,
the
only
proof
against
him
?
He
waited
silently
,
striving
to
pierce
through
the
darkness
.
They
had
left
the
Ile
Ratonneau
,
where
the
lighthouse
stood
,
on
the
right
,
and
were
now
opposite
the
Point
des
Catalans
.
It
seemed
to
the
prisoner
that
he
could
distinguish
a
feminine
form
on
the
beach
,
for
it
was
there
Mercedes
dwelt
.
