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"
Who
talks
of
God
and
despair
at
the
same
time
?
"
said
a
voice
that
seemed
to
come
from
beneath
the
earth
,
and
,
deadened
by
the
distance
,
sounded
hollow
and
sepulchral
in
the
young
man
's
ears
.
Edmond
's
hair
stood
on
end
,
and
he
rose
to
his
knees
.
"
Ah
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
hear
a
human
voice
.
"
Edmond
had
not
heard
any
one
speak
save
his
jailer
for
four
or
five
years
;
and
a
jailer
is
no
man
to
a
prisoner
--
he
is
a
living
door
,
a
barrier
of
flesh
and
blood
adding
strength
to
restraints
of
oak
and
iron
.
"
In
the
name
of
heaven
,
"
cried
Dantes
,
"
speak
again
,
though
the
sound
of
your
voice
terrifies
me
.
Who
are
you
?
"
"
Who
are
you
?
"
said
the
voice
.
"
An
unhappy
prisoner
,
"
replied
Dantes
,
who
made
no
hesitation
in
answering
.
"
Of
what
country
?
"
"
A
Frenchman
.
"
"
Your
name
?
"
"
Edmond
Dantes
.
"
"
Your
profession
?
"
