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"
But
that
is
not
an
answer
.
"
"
It
is
,
nevertheless
,
the
only
one
we
can
give
.
"
"
Ah
,
my
God
,
my
God
!
"
murmured
the
poor
mercer
,
"
now
,
indeed
,
I
am
lost
!
"
And
he
followed
the
guards
who
came
for
him
,
mechanically
and
without
resistance
.
He
passed
along
the
same
corridor
as
before
,
crossed
one
court
,
then
a
second
side
of
a
building
;
at
length
,
at
the
gate
of
the
entrance
court
he
found
a
carriage
surrounded
by
four
guards
on
horseback
.
They
made
him
enter
this
carriage
,
the
officer
placed
himself
by
his
side
,
the
door
was
locked
,
and
they
were
left
in
a
rolling
prison
.
The
carriage
was
put
in
motion
as
slowly
as
a
funeral
car
.
Through
the
closely
fastened
windows
the
prisoner
could
perceive
the
houses
and
the
pavement
,
that
was
all
;
but
,
true
Parisian
as
he
was
,
Bonacieux
could
recognize
every
street
by
the
milestones
,
the
signs
,
and
the
lamps
.
At
the
moment
of
arriving
at
St.
Paul
--
the
spot
where
such
as
were
condemned
at
the
Bastille
were
executed
--
he
was
near
fainting
and
crossed
himself
twice
.
He
thought
the
carriage
was
about
to
stop
there
.
The
carriage
,
however
,
passed
on
.
Farther
on
,
a
still
greater
terror
seized
him
on
passing
by
the
cemetery
of
St.
Jean
,
where
state
criminals
were
buried
.
One
thing
,
however
,
reassured
him
;
he
remembered
that
before
they
were
buried
their
heads
were
generally
cut
off
,
and
he
felt
that
his
head
was
still
on
his
shoulders
.
But
when
he
saw
the
carriage
take
the
way
to
La
Greve
,
when
he
perceived
the
pointed
roof
of
the
Hotel
de
Ville
,
and
the
carriage
passed
under
the
arcade
,
he
believed
it
was
over
with
him
.
He
wished
to
confess
to
the
officer
,
and
upon
his
refusal
,
uttered
such
pitiable
cries
that
the
officer
told
him
that
if
he
continued
to
deafen
him
thus
,
he
should
put
a
gag
in
his
mouth
.
This
measure
somewhat
reassured
Bonacieux
.
If
they
meant
to
execute
him
at
La
Greve
,
it
could
scarcely
be
worth
while
to
gag
him
,
as
they
had
nearly
reached
the
place
of
execution
.
Indeed
,
the
carriage
crossed
the
fatal
spot
without
stopping
.
There
remained
,
then
,
no
other
place
to
fear
but
the
Traitor
's
Cross
;
the
carriage
was
taking
the
direct
road
to
it
.
This
time
there
was
no
longer
any
doubt
;
it
was
at
the
Traitor
's
Cross
that
lesser
criminals
were
executed
.
Bonacieux
had
flattered
himself
in
believing
himself
worthy
of
St
Paul
or
of
the
Place
de
Greve
;
it
was
at
the
Traitor
's
Cross
that
his
journey
and
his
destiny
were
about
to
end
!
He
could
not
yet
see
that
dreadful
cross
,
but
he
felt
somehow
as
if
it
were
coming
to
meet
him
.
When
he
was
within
twenty
paces
of
it
,
he
heard
a
noise
of
people
and
the
carriage
stopped
.
This
was
more
than
poor
Bonacieux
could
endure
,
depressed
as
he
was
by
the
successive
emotions
which
he
had
experienced
;
he
uttered
a
feeble
groan
which
night
have
been
taken
for
the
last
sigh
of
a
dying
man
,
and
fainted
.
The
crowd
was
caused
,
not
by
the
expectation
of
a
man
to
be
hanged
,
but
by
the
contemplation
of
a
man
who
was
hanged
.
