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"
Could
you
have
swum
so
far
?
"
"
Heaven
would
have
given
me
strength
;
but
now
all
is
lost
.
"
"
All
?
"
"
Yes
;
stop
up
your
excavation
carefully
,
do
not
work
any
more
,
and
wait
until
you
hear
from
me
.
"
"
Tell
me
,
at
least
,
who
you
are
?
"
"
I
am
--
I
am
No.
27
.
"
"
You
mistrust
me
,
then
,
"
said
Dantes
.
Edmond
fancied
he
heard
a
bitter
laugh
resounding
from
the
depths
.
"
Oh
,
I
am
a
Christian
,
"
cried
Dantes
,
guessing
instinctively
that
this
man
meant
to
abandon
him
.
"
I
swear
to
you
by
him
who
died
for
us
that
naught
shall
induce
me
to
breathe
one
syllable
to
my
jailers
;
but
I
conjure
you
do
not
abandon
me
.
If
you
do
,
I
swear
to
you
,
for
I
have
got
to
the
end
of
my
strength
,
that
I
will
dash
my
brains
out
against
the
wall
,
and
you
will
have
my
death
to
reproach
yourself
with
.
"
"
How
old
are
you
?
Your
voice
is
that
of
a
young
man
.
"
"
I
do
not
know
my
age
,
for
I
have
not
counted
the
years
I
have
been
here
.
All
I
do
know
is
,
that
I
was
just
nineteen
when
I
was
arrested
,
the
28th
of
February
,
1815
.
"
