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Marseilles — The Arrival.

           "

           "ThenIhaveleave?"

           "Go,Itellyou."

           "MayIhavetheuseofyourskiff?"

           "Certainly."

           "Then,forthepresent,M.Morrel,farewell,andathousandthanks!"

           "Ihopesoontoseeyouagain,mydearEdmond.Goodlucktoyou."

           Theyoungsailorjumpedintotheskiff,andsatdowninthesternsheets,withtheorderthathebeputashoreatLaCanebiere.Thetwooarsmenbenttotheirwork,andthelittleboatglidedawayasrapidlyaspossibleinthemidstofthethousandvesselswhichchokeupthenarrowwaywhichleadsbetweenthetworowsofshipsfromthemouthoftheharbortotheQuaid’Orleans.

           Theshipowner,smiling,followedhimwithhiseyesuntilhesawhimspringoutonthequayanddisappearinthemidstofthethrong,whichfromfiveo’clockinthemorninguntilnineo’clockatnight,swarmsinthefamousstreetofLaCanebiereastreetofwhichthemodernPhocaeansaresoproudthattheysaywithallthegravityintheworld,andwiththataccentwhichgivessomuchcharactertowhatissaid,"IfParishadLaCanebiere,PariswouldbeasecondMarseilles."OnturningroundtheownersawDanglarsbehindhim,apparentlyawaitingorders,butinrealityalsowatchingtheyoungsailorbuttherewasagreatdifferenceintheexpressionofthetwomenwhothusfollowedthemovementsofEdmondDantes.

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