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"
Not
quite
twenty-six
!
"
murmured
the
voice
;
"
at
that
age
he
can
not
be
a
traitor
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
no
,
"
cried
Dantes
.
"
I
swear
to
you
again
,
rather
than
betray
you
,
I
would
allow
myself
to
be
hacked
in
pieces
!
"
"
You
have
done
well
to
speak
to
me
,
and
ask
for
my
assistance
,
for
I
was
about
to
form
another
plan
,
and
leave
you
;
but
your
age
reassures
me
.
I
will
not
forget
you
.
Wait
.
"
"
How
long
?
"
"
I
must
calculate
our
chances
;
I
will
give
you
the
signal
.
"
"
But
you
will
not
leave
me
;
you
will
come
to
me
,
or
you
will
let
me
come
to
you
.
We
will
escape
,
and
if
we
can
not
escape
we
will
talk
;
you
of
those
whom
you
love
,
and
I
of
those
whom
I
love
.
You
must
love
somebody
?
"
"
No
,
I
am
alone
in
the
world
.
"
"
Then
you
will
love
me
.
If
you
are
young
,
I
will
be
your
comrade
;
if
you
are
old
,
I
will
be
your
son
.
I
have
a
father
who
is
seventy
if
he
yet
lives
;
I
only
love
him
and
a
young
girl
called
Mercedes
.
My
father
has
not
yet
forgotten
me
,
I
am
sure
,
but
God
alone
knows
if
she
loves
me
still
;
I
shall
love
you
as
I
loved
my
father
.
"
"
It
is
well
,
"
returned
the
voice
;
"
tomorrow
.
"
