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The Island of Tiboulen.

           "Underpretenceofbeingfatigued,Dantesaskedtotakethehelm;thesteersman,gladtoberelieved,lookedatthecaptain,andthelatterbyasignindicatedthathemightabandonittohisnewcomrade.DantescouldthuskeephiseyesonMarseilles.

           "Whatisthedayofthemonth?"askedheofJacopo,whosatdownbesidehim.

           "The28thofFebruary."

           "Inwhatyear?"

           "Inwhatyearyouaskmeinwhatyear?"

           "Yes,"repliedtheyoungman,"Iaskyouinwhatyear!"

           "Youhaveforgottenthen?"

           "Igotsuchafrightlastnight,"repliedDantes,smiling,"thatIhavealmostlostmymemory.Iaskyouwhatyearisit?"

           "Theyear1829,"returnedJacopo.ItwasfourteenyearsdayfordaysinceDantes’arrest.HewasnineteenwhenheenteredtheChateaud’If;hewasthirty-threewhenheescaped.Asorrowfulsmilepassedoverhisface;heaskedhimselfwhathadbecomeofMercedes,whomustbelievehimdead.Thenhiseyeslightedupwithhatredashethoughtofthethreemenwhohadcausedhimsolongandwretchedacaptivity.HerenewedagainstDanglars,Fernand,andVilleforttheoathofimplacablevengeancehehadmadeinhisdungeon.Thisoathwasnolongeravainmenace;forthefastestsailerintheMediterraneanwouldhavebeenunabletoovertakethelittletartan,thatwitheverystitchofcanvassetwasflyingbeforethewindtoLeghorn.

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