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Conspiracy.

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           "Idiot!"mutteredDanglars;"whethershekillherselfornot,whatmatter,providedDantesisnotcaptain?"

           "BeforeMercedesshoulddie,"repliedFernand,withtheaccentsofunshakenresolution,"Iwoulddiemyself!"

           "That’swhatIcalllove!"saidCaderoussewithavoicemoretipsythanever."That’slove,orIdon’tknowwhatloveis."

           "Come,"saidDanglars,"youappeartomeagoodsortoffellow,andhangme,Ishouldliketohelpyou,but"

           "Yes,"saidCaderousse,"buthow?"

           "Mydearfellow,"repliedDanglars,"youarethreepartsdrunk;finishthebottle,andyouwillbecompletelyso.Drinkthen,anddonotmeddlewithwhatwearediscussing,forthatrequiresallone’switandcooljudgment."

           "Idrunk!"saidCaderousse;"wellthat’sagoodone!Icoulddrinkfourmoresuchbottles;theyarenobiggerthancologneflasks.PerePamphile,morewine!"andCaderousserattledhisglassuponthetable.

           "Youweresaying,sir"saidFernand,awaitingwithgreatanxietytheendofthisinterruptedremark.

           "WhatwasIsaying?Iforget.ThisdrunkenCaderoussehasmademelosethethreadofmysentence.

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