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"
If
I
took
them
,
and
were
detected
,
I
should
lose
my
place
,
which
is
worth
two
thousand
francs
a
year
;
so
that
I
should
be
a
great
fool
to
run
such
a
risk
for
three
hundred
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Dantes
,
"
mark
this
;
if
you
refuse
at
least
to
tell
Mercedes
I
am
here
,
I
will
some
day
hide
myself
behind
the
door
,
and
when
you
enter
I
will
dash
out
your
brains
with
this
stool
.
"
"
Threats
!
"
cried
the
jailer
,
retreating
and
putting
himself
on
the
defensive
;
"
you
are
certainly
going
mad
The
abbe
began
like
you
,
and
in
three
days
you
will
be
like
him
,
mad
enough
to
tie
up
;
but
,
fortunately
,
there
are
dungeons
here
.
"
Dantes
whirled
the
stool
round
his
head
.
"
All
right
,
all
right
,
"
said
the
jailer
;
"
all
right
,
since
you
will
have
it
so
.
I
will
send
word
to
the
governor
.
"
"
Very
well
,
"
returned
Dantes
,
dropping
the
stool
and
sitting
on
it
as
if
he
were
in
reality
mad
.
The
jailer
went
out
,
and
returned
in
an
instant
with
a
corporal
and
four
soldiers
.
"
By
the
governor
's
orders
,
"
said
he
,
"
conduct
the
prisoner
to
the
tier
beneath
.
"
"
To
the
dungeon
,
then
,
"
said
the
corporal
.
"
Yes
;
we
must
put
the
madman
with
the
madmen
.
"
The
soldiers
seized
Dantes
,
who
followed
passively
.
He
descended
fifteen
steps
,
and
the
door
of
a
dungeon
was
opened
,
and
he
was
thrust
in
.
The
door
closed
,
and
Dantes
advanced
with
outstretched
hands
until
he
touched
the
wall
;
he
then
sat
down
in
the
corner
until
his
eyes
became
accustomed
to
the
darkness
.
The
jailer
was
right
;
Dantes
wanted
but
little
of
being
utterly
mad
.
