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The Island of Tiboulen.

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           "Well,youwoulddomuchbettertofindhimajacketandapairoftrousers,ifyouhavethem."

           "No,"saidJacopo;"butIhaveashirtandapairoftrousers."

           "ThatisallIwant,"interruptedDantes.JacopodivedintotheholdandsoonreturnedwithwhatEdmondwanted.

           "Now,then,doyouwishforanythingelse?"saidthepatron.

           "ApieceofbreadandanotherglassofthecapitalrumItasted,forIhavenoteatenordrunkforalongtime."Hehadnottastedfoodforfortyhours.Apieceofbreadwasbrought,andJacopoofferedhimthegourd.

           "Larboardyourhelm,"criedthecaptaintothesteersman.Dantesglancedthatwayasheliftedthegourdtohismouth;thenpausedwithhandinmid-air.

           "Hollo!what’sthematterattheChateaud’If?"saidthecaptain.

           Asmallwhitecloud,whichhadattractedDantes’attention,crownedthesummitofthebastionoftheChateaud’If.Atthesamemomentthefaintreportofagunwasheard.Thesailorslookedatoneanother.

           "Whatisthis?"askedthecaptain.

           "AprisonerhasescapedfromtheChateaud’If,andtheyarefiringthealarmgun,"repliedDantes.Thecaptainglancedathim,buthehadliftedtherumtohislipsandwasdrinkingitwithsomuchcomposure,thatsuspicions,ifthecaptainhadany,diedaway.

           "Atanyrate,"murmuredhe,"ifitbe,somuchthebetter,forIhavemadearareacquisition

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