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The Examination.

           Hewaspale,butcalmandcollected,andsalutinghisjudgewitheasypoliteness,lookedroundforaseat,asifhehadbeeninM.Morrel’ssalon.ItwasthenthatheencounteredforthefirsttimeVillefort’slookthatlookpeculiartothemagistrate,who,whileseemingtoreadthethoughtsofothers,betraysnothingofhisown.

           "Whoandwhatareyou?"demandedVillefort,turningoverapileofpapers,containinginformationrelativetotheprisoner,thatapoliceagenthadgiventohimonhisentry,andthat,already,inanhour’stime,hadswelledtovoluminousproportions,thankstothecorruptespionageofwhich"theaccused"isalwaysmadethevictim.

           "MynameisEdmondDantes,"repliedtheyoungmancalmly;"IammateofthePharaon,belongingtoMessrs.Morrel&Son."

           "Yourage?"continuedVillefort.

           "Nineteen,"returnedDantes.

           "Whatwereyoudoingatthemomentyouwerearrested?"

           "Iwasatthefestivalofmymarriage,monsieur,"saidtheyoungman,hisvoiceslightlytremulous,sogreatwasthecontrastbetweenthathappymomentandthepainfulceremonyhewasnowundergoing;sogreatwasthecontrastbetweenthesombreaspectofM.deVillefortandtheradiantfaceofMercedes.

           "Youwereatthefestivalofyourmarriage?"saidthedeputy,shudderinginspiteofhimself.

           "Yes,monsieur;IamonthepointofmarryingayounggirlIhavebeenattachedtoforthreeyears.

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