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"
You
should
recognize
him
among
a
thousand
,
say
you
?
"
continued
he
.
"
That
is
to
say
,
"
cried
Bonacieux
,
who
saw
he
had
taken
a
false
step
,
"
that
is
to
say
--
"
"
You
have
answered
that
you
should
recognize
him
,
"
said
the
commissary
.
"
That
is
all
very
well
,
and
enough
for
today
;
before
we
proceed
further
,
someone
must
be
informed
that
you
know
the
ravisher
of
your
wife
.
"
"
But
I
have
not
told
you
that
I
know
him
!
"
cried
Bonacieux
,
in
despair
.
"
I
told
you
,
on
the
contrary
--
"
"
Take
away
the
prisoner
,
"
said
the
commissary
to
the
two
guards
.
"
Where
must
we
place
him
?
"
demanded
the
chief
.
"
In
a
dungeon
.
"
"
Which
?
"
"
Good
Lord
!
In
the
first
one
handy
,
provided
it
is
safe
,
"
said
the
commissary
,
with
an
indifference
which
penetrated
poor
Bonacieux
with
horror
.
"
Alas
,
alas
!
"
said
he
to
himself
,
"
misfortune
is
over
my
head
;
my
wife
must
have
committed
some
frightful
crime
.
They
believe
me
her
accomplice
,
and
will
punish
me
with
her
.
She
must
have
spoken
;
she
must
have
confessed
everything
--
a
woman
is
so
weak
!
A
dungeon
!
The
first
he
comes
to
!
That
's
it
!
A
night
is
soon
passed
;
and
tomorrow
to
the
wheel
,
to
the
gallows
!
Oh
,
my
God
,
my
God
,
have
pity
on
me
!
"
