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Fortunately
,
he
fancied
that
Dantes
was
delirious
;
and
placing
the
food
on
the
rickety
table
,
he
withdrew
.
Edmond
listened
,
and
the
sound
became
more
and
more
distinct
.
"
There
can
be
no
doubt
about
it
,
"
thought
he
;
"
it
is
some
prisoner
who
is
striving
to
obtain
his
freedom
.
Oh
,
if
I
were
only
there
to
help
him
!
"
Suddenly
another
idea
took
possession
of
his
mind
,
so
used
to
misfortune
,
that
it
was
scarcely
capable
of
hope
--
the
idea
that
the
noise
was
made
by
workmen
the
governor
had
ordered
to
repair
the
neighboring
dungeon
.
It
was
easy
to
ascertain
this
;
but
how
could
he
risk
the
question
?
It
was
easy
to
call
his
jailer
's
attention
to
the
noise
,
and
watch
his
countenance
as
he
listened
;
but
might
he
not
by
this
means
destroy
hopes
far
more
important
than
the
short-lived
satisfaction
of
his
own
curiosity
?
Unfortunately
,
Edmond
's
brain
was
still
so
feeble
that
he
could
not
bend
his
thoughts
to
anything
in
particular
.
He
saw
but
one
means
of
restoring
lucidity
and
clearness
to
his
judgment
.
He
turned
his
eyes
towards
the
soup
which
the
jailer
had
brought
,
rose
,
staggered
towards
it
,
raised
the
vessel
to
his
lips
,
and
drank
off
the
contents
with
a
feeling
of
indescribable
pleasure
.
He
had
often
heard
that
shipwrecked
persons
had
died
through
having
eagerly
devoured
too
much
food
.
Edmond
replaced
on
the
table
the
bread
he
was
about
to
devour
,
and
returned
to
his
couch
--
he
did
not
wish
to
die
.
He
soon
felt
that
his
ideas
became
again
collected
--
he
could
think
,
and
strengthen
his
thoughts
by
reasoning
.
Then
he
said
to
himself
,
"
I
must
put
this
to
the
test
,
but
without
compromising
anybody
.
If
it
is
a
workman
,
I
need
but
knock
against
the
wall
,
and
he
will
cease
to
work
,
in
order
to
find
out
who
is
knocking
,
and
why
he
does
so
;
but
as
his
occupation
is
sanctioned
by
the
governor
,
he
will
soon
resume
it
.
If
,
on
the
contrary
,
it
is
a
prisoner
,
the
noise
I
make
will
alarm
him
,
he
will
cease
,
and
not
begin
again
until
he
thinks
every
one
is
asleep
.
"
Edmond
rose
again
,
but
this
time
his
legs
did
not
tremble
,
and
his
sight
was
clear
;
he
went
to
a
corner
of
his
dungeon
,
detached
a
stone
,
and
with
it
knocked
against
the
wall
where
the
sound
came
.
He
struck
thrice
.
At
the
first
blow
the
sound
ceased
,
as
if
by
magic
.
Edmond
listened
intently
;
an
hour
passed
,
two
hours
passed
,
and
no
sound
was
heard
from
the
wall
--
all
was
silent
there
.
Full
of
hope
,
Edmond
swallowed
a
few
mouthfuls
of
bread
and
water
,
and
,
thanks
to
the
vigor
of
his
constitution
,
found
himself
well-nigh
recovered
.
The
day
passed
away
in
utter
silence
--
night
came
without
recurrence
of
the
noise
.
"
It
is
a
prisoner
,
"
said
Edmond
joyfully
.
The
night
passed
in
perfect
silence
.
Edmond
did
not
close
his
eyes
.
