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The
jailer
,
therefore
,
only
grumbled
.
Then
he
looked
about
for
something
to
pour
the
soup
into
;
Dantes
'
entire
dinner
service
consisted
of
one
plate
--
there
was
no
alternative
.
"
Leave
the
saucepan
,
"
said
Dantes
;
"
you
can
take
it
away
when
you
bring
me
my
breakfast
.
"
This
advice
was
to
the
jailer
's
taste
,
as
it
spared
him
the
necessity
of
making
another
trip
.
He
left
the
saucepan
.
Dantes
was
beside
himself
with
joy
.
He
rapidly
devoured
his
food
,
and
after
waiting
an
hour
,
lest
the
jailer
should
change
his
mind
and
return
,
he
removed
his
bed
,
took
the
handle
of
the
saucepan
,
inserted
the
point
between
the
hewn
stone
and
rough
stones
of
the
wall
,
and
employed
it
as
a
lever
.
A
slight
oscillation
showed
Dantes
that
all
went
well
.
At
the
end
of
an
hour
the
stone
was
extricated
from
the
wall
,
leaving
a
cavity
a
foot
and
a
half
in
diameter
.
Dantes
carefully
collected
the
plaster
,
carried
it
into
the
corner
of
his
cell
,
and
covered
it
with
earth
.
Then
,
wishing
to
make
the
best
use
of
his
time
while
he
had
the
means
of
labor
,
he
continued
to
work
without
ceasing
.
At
the
dawn
of
day
he
replaced
the
stone
,
pushed
his
bed
against
the
wall
,
and
lay
down
.
The
breakfast
consisted
of
a
piece
of
bread
;
the
jailer
entered
and
placed
the
bread
on
the
table
.
"
Well
,
do
n't
you
intend
to
bring
me
another
plate
?
"
said
Dantes
.
"
No
,
"
replied
the
turnkey
;
"
you
destroy
everything
.
First
you
break
your
jug
,
then
you
make
me
break
your
plate
;
if
all
the
prisoners
followed
your
example
,
the
government
would
be
ruined
.
I
shall
leave
you
the
saucepan
,
and
pour
your
soup
into
that
.
So
for
the
future
I
hope
you
will
not
be
so
destructive
.
"
Dantes
raised
his
eyes
to
heaven
and
clasped
his
hands
beneath
the
coverlet
.
He
felt
more
gratitude
for
the
possession
of
this
piece
of
iron
than
he
had
ever
felt
for
anything
.
He
had
noticed
,
however
,
that
the
prisoner
on
the
other
side
had
ceased
to
labor
;
no
matter
,
this
was
a
greater
reason
for
proceeding
--
if
his
neighbor
would
not
come
to
him
,
he
would
go
to
his
neighbor
.
All
day
he
toiled
on
untiringly
,
and
by
the
evening
he
had
succeeded
in
extracting
ten
handfuls
of
plaster
and
fragments
of
stone
.
When
the
hour
for
his
jailer
's
visit
arrived
,
Dantes
straightened
the
handle
of
the
saucepan
as
well
as
he
could
,
and
placed
it
in
its
accustomed
place
.
The
turnkey
poured
his
ration
of
soup
into
it
,
together
with
the
fish
--
for
thrice
a
week
the
prisoners
were
deprived
of
meat
.
This
would
have
been
a
method
of
reckoning
time
,
had
not
Dantes
long
ceased
to
do
so
.
Having
poured
out
the
soup
,
the
turnkey
retired
.
Dantes
wished
to
ascertain
whether
his
neighbor
had
really
ceased
to
work
.
He
listened
--
all
was
silent
,
as
it
had
been
for
the
last
three
days
.
Dantes
sighed
;
it
was
evident
that
his
neighbor
distrusted
him
.
However
,
he
toiled
on
all
the
night
without
being
discouraged
;
but
after
two
or
three
hours
he
encountered
an
obstacle
.
The
iron
made
no
impression
,
but
met
with
a
smooth
surface
;
Dantes
touched
it
,
and
found
that
it
was
a
beam
.
This
beam
crossed
,
or
rather
blocked
up
,
the
hole
Dantes
had
made
;
it
was
necessary
,
therefore
,
to
dig
above
or
under
it
.
The
unhappy
young
man
had
not
thought
of
this
.
"
O
my
God
,
my
God
!
"
murmured
he
,
"
I
have
so
earnestly
prayed
to
you
,
that
I
hoped
my
prayers
had
been
heard
.
After
having
deprived
me
of
my
liberty
,
after
having
deprived
me
of
death
,
after
having
recalled
me
to
existence
,
my
God
,
have
pity
on
me
,
and
do
not
let
me
die
in
despair
!
"
