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- Александр Дюма
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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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"
No
,
"
he
muttered
,
"
the
doubt
I
felt
was
but
the
commencement
of
forgetfulness
;
but
here
the
wound
reopens
,
and
the
heart
again
thirsts
for
vengeance
.
And
the
prisoner
,
"
he
continued
aloud
,
"
was
he
ever
heard
of
afterwards
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
;
of
course
not
.
You
can
understand
that
one
of
two
things
must
have
happened
;
he
must
either
have
fallen
flat
,
in
which
case
the
blow
,
from
a
height
of
ninety
feet
,
must
have
killed
him
instantly
,
or
he
must
have
fallen
upright
,
and
then
the
weight
would
have
dragged
him
to
the
bottom
,
where
he
remained
--
poor
fellow
!
"
"
Then
you
pity
him
?
"
said
the
count
.
"
Ma
foi
,
yes
;
though
he
was
in
his
own
element
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
The
report
was
that
he
had
been
a
naval
officer
,
who
had
been
confined
for
plotting
with
the
Bonapartists
.
"
"
Great
is
truth
,
"
muttered
the
count
,
"
fire
can
not
burn
,
nor
water
drown
it
!
Thus
the
poor
sailor
lives
in
the
recollection
of
those
who
narrate
his
history
;
his
terrible
story
is
recited
in
the
chimney-corner
,
and
a
shudder
is
felt
at
the
description
of
his
transit
through
the
air
to
be
swallowed
by
the
deep
.
"
Then
,
the
count
added
aloud
,
"
Was
his
name
ever
known
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
;
but
only
as
No.
34
.
"
"
Oh
,
Villefort
,
Villefort
,
"
murmured
the
count
,
"
this
scene
must
often
have
haunted
thy
sleepless
hours
!
"
