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The Chateau D’If.

           Atlast,aboutteno’clock,andjustasDantesbegantodespair,stepswereheardinthecorridor,akeyturnedinthelock,theboltscreaked,themassyoakendoorflewopen,andafloodoflightfromtwotorchespervadedtheapartment.BythetorchlightDantessawtheglitteringsabresandcarbinesoffourgendarmes.Hehadadvancedatfirst,butstoppedatthesightofthisdisplayofforce.

           "Areyoucometofetchme?"askedhe.

           "Yes,"repliedagendarme.

           "Bytheordersofthedeputyprocureur?"

           "Ibelieveso."TheconvictionthattheycamefromM.deVillefortrelievedallDantes’apprehensions;headvancedcalmly,andplacedhimselfinthecentreoftheescort.Acarriagewaitedatthedoor,thecoachmanwasonthebox,andapoliceofficersatbesidehim.

           "Isthiscarriageforme?"saidDantes.

           "Itisforyou,"repliedagendarme.

           Danteswasabouttospeak;butfeelinghimselfurgedforward,andhavingneitherthepowernortheintentiontoresist,hemountedthesteps,andwasinaninstantseatedinsidebetweentwogendarmes;thetwootherstooktheirplacesopposite,andthecarriagerolledheavilyoverthestones.

           Theprisonerglancedatthewindowstheyweregrated;hehadchangedhisprisonforanotherthatwasconveyinghimheknewnotwhither.Throughthegrating,however,DantessawtheywerepassingthroughtheRueCaisserie,andbytheRueSaint–LaurentandtheRueTaramis,totheport.

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