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Without
listening
the
least
in
the
world
to
the
lamentations
of
M.
Bonacieux
--
lamentations
to
which
,
besides
,
they
must
have
been
pretty
well
accustomed
--
the
two
guards
took
the
prisoner
each
by
an
arm
,
and
led
him
away
,
while
the
commissary
wrote
a
letter
in
haste
and
dispatched
it
by
an
officer
in
waiting
.
Bonacieux
could
not
close
his
eyes
;
not
because
his
dungeon
was
so
very
disagreeable
,
but
because
his
uneasiness
was
so
great
.
He
sat
all
night
on
his
stool
,
starting
at
the
least
noise
;
and
when
the
first
rays
of
the
sun
penetrated
into
his
chamber
,
the
dawn
itself
appeared
to
him
to
have
taken
funereal
tints
.
All
at
once
he
heard
his
bolts
drawn
,
and
made
a
terrified
bound
.
He
believed
they
were
come
to
conduct
him
to
the
scaffold
;
so
that
when
he
saw
merely
and
simply
,
instead
of
the
executioner
he
expected
,
only
his
commissary
of
the
preceding
evening
,
attended
by
his
clerk
,
he
was
ready
to
embrace
them
both
.
"
Your
affair
has
become
more
complicated
since
yesterday
evening
,
my
good
man
,
and
I
advise
you
to
tell
the
whole
truth
;
for
your
repentance
alone
can
remove
the
anger
of
the
cardinal
.
"
"
Why
,
I
am
ready
to
tell
everything
,
"
cried
Bonacieux
,
"
at
least
,
all
that
I
know
.
Interrogate
me
,
I
entreat
you
!
"
"
Where
is
your
wife
,
in
the
first
place
?
"
"
Why
,
did
not
I
tell
you
she
had
been
stolen
from
me
?
"
"
Yes
,
but
yesterday
at
five
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
,
thanks
to
you
,
she
escaped
.
"
"
My
wife
escaped
!
"
cried
Bonacieux
.
"
Oh
,
unfortunate
creature
!
Monsieur
,
if
she
has
escaped
,
it
is
not
my
fault
,
I
swear
.
"
