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Number 34 and Number 27.

           Afterhavingdeprivedmeofmyliberty,afterhavingdeprivedmeofdeath,afterhavingrecalledmetoexistence,myGod,havepityonme,anddonotletmedieindespair!"

           "WhotalksofGodanddespairatthesametime?"saidavoicethatseemedtocomefrombeneaththeearth,and,deadenedbythedistance,soundedhollowandsepulchralintheyoungman’sears.Edmond’shairstoodonend,andherosetohisknees.

           "Ah,"saidhe,"Ihearahumanvoice."Edmondhadnotheardanyonespeaksavehisjailerforfourorfiveyears;andajailerisnomantoaprisonerheisalivingdoor,abarrieroffleshandbloodaddingstrengthtorestraintsofoakandiron.

           "Inthenameofheaven,"criedDantes,"speakagain,thoughthesoundofyourvoiceterrifiesme.Whoareyou?"

           "Whoareyou?"saidthevoice.

           "Anunhappyprisoner,"repliedDantes,whomadenohesitationinanswering.

           "Ofwhatcountry?"

           "AFrenchman."

           "Yourname?"

           "EdmondDantes."

           "Yourprofession?"

           "Asailor."

           "Howlonghaveyoubeenhere?"

           "Sincethe28thofFebruary,1815."

           "Yourcrime?"

           "Iaminnocent."

           "Butofwhatareyouaccused?"

           "Ofhavingconspiredtoaidtheemperor’sreturn.

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