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The Chateau D’If.

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           "Haveyounoideawhatever?"

           "Noneatall."

           "Thatisimpossible."

           "Isweartoyouitistrue.Tellme,Ientreat."

           "Butmyorders."

           "YourordersdonotforbidyourtellingmewhatImustknowintenminutes,inhalfanhour,oranhour.YouseeIcannotescape,evenifIintended."

           "Unlessyouareblind,orhaveneverbeenoutsidetheharbor,youmustknow."

           "Idonot."

           "Lookroundyouthen."Dantesroseandlookedforward,whenhesawrisewithinahundredyardsofhimtheblackandfrowningrockonwhichstandstheChateaud’If.Thisgloomyfortress,whichhasformorethanthreehundredyearsfurnishedfoodforsomanywildlegends,seemedtoDanteslikeascaffoldtoamalefactor.

           "TheChateaud’If?"criedhe,"whatarewegoingtherefor?"Thegendarmesmiled.

           "Iamnotgoingtheretobeimprisoned,"saidDantes;"itisonlyusedforpoliticalprisoners.Ihavecommittednocrime.ArethereanymagistratesorjudgesattheChateaud’If?"

           "Thereareonly,"saidthegendarme,"agovernor,agarrison,turnkeys,andgoodthickwalls.Come,come,donotlooksoastonished,oryouwillmakemethinkyouarelaughingatmeinreturnformygoodnature."Dantespressedthegendarme’shandasthoughhewouldcrushit.

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