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The
two
guards
led
the
prisoner
toward
the
table
,
and
upon
a
sign
from
the
commissary
drew
back
so
far
as
to
be
unable
to
hear
anything
.
The
commissary
,
who
had
till
this
time
held
his
head
down
over
his
papers
,
looked
up
to
see
what
sort
of
person
he
had
to
do
with
.
This
commissary
was
a
man
of
very
repulsive
mien
,
with
a
pointed
nose
,
with
yellow
and
salient
cheek
bones
,
with
eyes
small
but
keen
and
penetrating
,
and
an
expression
of
countenance
resembling
at
once
the
polecat
and
the
fox
.
His
head
,
supported
by
a
long
and
flexible
neck
,
issued
from
his
large
black
robe
,
balancing
itself
with
a
motion
very
much
like
that
of
the
tortoise
thrusting
his
head
out
of
his
shell
.
He
began
by
asking
M.
Bonacieux
his
name
,
age
,
condition
,
and
abode
.
The
accused
replied
that
his
name
was
Jacques
Michel
Bonacieux
,
that
he
was
fifty-one
years
old
,
a
retired
mercer
,
and
lived
Rue
des
Fossoyeurs
,
No.
14
.
The
commissary
then
,
instead
of
continuing
to
interrogate
him
,
made
him
a
long
speech
upon
the
danger
there
is
for
an
obscure
citizen
to
meddle
with
public
matters
.
He
complicated
this
exordium
by
an
exposition
in
which
he
painted
the
power
and
the
deeds
of
the
cardinal
,
that
incomparable
minister
,
that
conqueror
of
past
ministers
,
that
example
for
ministers
to
come
--
deeds
and
power
which
none
could
thwart
with
impunity
.
After
this
second
part
of
his
discourse
,
fixing
his
hawk
's
eye
upon
poor
Bonacieux
,
he
bade
him
reflect
upon
the
gravity
of
his
situation
.
The
reflections
of
the
mercer
were
already
made
;
he
cursed
the
instant
when
M.
Laporte
formed
the
idea
of
marrying
him
to
his
goddaughter
,
and
particularly
the
moment
when
that
goddaughter
had
been
received
as
Lady
of
the
Linen
to
her
Majesty
.
At
bottom
the
character
of
M.
Bonacieux
was
one
of
profound
selfishness
mixed
with
sordid
avarice
,
the
whole
seasoned
with
extreme
cowardice
.
The
love
with
which
his
young
wife
had
inspired
him
was
a
secondary
sentiment
,
and
was
not
strong
enough
to
contend
with
the
primitive
feelings
we
have
just
enumerated
.
Bonacieux
indeed
reflected
on
what
had
just
been
said
to
him
.
"
But
,
Monsieur
Commissary
,
"
said
he
,
calmly
,
"
believe
that
I
know
and
appreciate
,
more
than
anybody
,
the
merit
of
the
incomparable
eminence
by
whom
we
have
the
honor
to
be
governed
.
"
"
Indeed
?
"
asked
the
commissary
,
with
an
air
of
doubt
.
"
If
that
is
really
so
,
how
came
you
in
the
Bastille
?
"
