Граф Монте-Кристо

The Chateau D’If.

           "

           "Go!"saidthegendarmes,thrustingDantesforward.

           Theprisonerfollowedhisguide,wholedhimintoaroomalmostunderground,whosebareandreekingwallsseemedasthoughimpregnatedwithtears;alampplacedonastoolilluminedtheapartmentfaintly,andshowedDantesthefeaturesofhisconductor,anunder-jailer,ill-clothed,andofsullenappearance.

           "Hereisyourchamberforto-night,"saidhe."Itislate,andthegovernorisasleep.To-morrow,perhaps,hemaychangeyou.Inthemeantimethereisbread,water,andfreshstraw;andthatisallaprisonercanwishfor.Goodnight."AndbeforeDantescouldopenhismouthbeforehehadnoticedwherethejailerplacedhisbreadorthewaterbeforehehadglancedtowardsthecornerwherethestrawwas,thejailerdisappeared,takingwithhimthelampandclosingthedoor,leavingstampedupontheprisoner’smindthedimreflectionofthedrippingwallsofhisdungeon.

           Danteswasaloneindarknessandinsilencecoldastheshadowsthathefeltbreatheonhisburningforehead.Withthefirstdawnofdaythejailerreturned,withorderstoleaveDanteswherehewas.Hefoundtheprisonerinthesameposition,asiffixedthere,hiseyesswollenwithweeping.Hehadpassedthenightstanding,andwithoutsleep.Thejaileradvanced;Dantesappearednottoperceivehim.Hetouchedhimontheshoulder.Edmondstarted.

           "Haveyounotslept?"saidthejailer.

           "Idonotknow,"repliedDantes.

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