Граф Монте-Крісто

A Learned Italian.

           

           "Letusfirstsee,"saidhe,"whetheritispossibletoremovethetracesofmyentrancehereourfuturetranquillitydependsuponourjailersbeingentirelyignorantofit."Advancingtotheopening,hestoopedandraisedthestoneeasilyinspiteofitsweight;then,fittingitintoitsplace,hesaid

           "Youremovedthisstoneverycarelessly;butIsupposeyouhadnotoolstoaidyou."

           "Why,"exclaimedDantes,withastonishment,"doyoupossessany?"

           "Imademyselfsome;andwiththeexceptionofafile,Ihaveallthatarenecessaryachisel,pincers,andlever."

           "Oh,howIshouldliketoseetheseproductsofyourindustryandpatience."

           "Well,inthefirstplace,hereismychisel."Sosaying,hedisplayedasharpstrongblade,withahandlemadeofbeechwood.

           "Andwithwhatdidyoucontrivetomakethat?"inquiredDantes.

           "Withoneoftheclampsofmybedstead;andthisverytoolhassufficedmetohollowouttheroadbywhichIcamehither,adistanceofaboutfiftyfeet."

           "Fiftyfeet!"respondedDantes,almostterrified.

           "Donotspeaksoloud,youngmandon’tspeaksoloud.Itfrequentlyoccursinastateprisonlikethis,thatpersonsarestationedoutsidethedoorsofthecellspurposelytooverheartheconversationoftheprisoners."

           "ButtheybelieveIamshutupalonehere."

           "Thatmakesnodifference.

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