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He
did
not
move
at
the
sound
of
the
door
,
and
continued
his
calculations
until
the
flash
of
the
torches
lighted
up
with
an
unwonted
glare
the
sombre
walls
of
his
cell
;
then
,
raising
his
head
,
he
perceived
with
astonishment
the
number
of
persons
present
.
He
hastily
seized
the
coverlet
of
his
bed
,
and
wrapped
it
round
him
.
"
What
is
it
you
want
?
"
said
the
inspector
.
"
I
,
monsieur
,
"
replied
the
abbe
with
an
air
of
surprise
--
"
I
want
nothing
.
"
"
You
do
not
understand
,
"
continued
the
inspector
;
"
I
am
sent
here
by
government
to
visit
the
prison
,
and
hear
the
requests
of
the
prisoners
.
"
"
Oh
,
that
is
different
,
"
cried
the
abbe
;
"
and
we
shall
understand
each
other
,
I
hope
.
"
"
There
,
now
,
"
whispered
the
governor
,
"
it
is
just
as
I
told
you
.
"
"
Monsieur
,
"
continued
the
prisoner
,
"
I
am
the
Abbe
Faria
,
born
at
Rome
.
I
was
for
twenty
years
Cardinal
Spada
's
secretary
;
I
was
arrested
,
why
,
I
know
not
,
toward
the
beginning
of
the
year
1811
;
since
then
I
have
demanded
my
liberty
from
the
Italian
and
French
government
.
"
"
Why
from
the
French
government
?
"
"
Because
I
was
arrested
at
Piombino
,
and
I
presume
that
,
like
Milan
and
Florence
,
Piombino
has
become
the
capital
of
some
French
department
.
"
