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"
Well
,
in
the
first
place
,
here
is
my
chisel
.
"
So
saying
,
he
displayed
a
sharp
strong
blade
,
with
a
handle
made
of
beechwood
.
"
And
with
what
did
you
contrive
to
make
that
?
"
inquired
Dantes
.
"
With
one
of
the
clamps
of
my
bedstead
;
and
this
very
tool
has
sufficed
me
to
hollow
out
the
road
by
which
I
came
hither
,
a
distance
of
about
fifty
feet
.
"
"
Fifty
feet
!
"
responded
Dantes
,
almost
terrified
.
"
Do
not
speak
so
loud
,
young
man
--
do
n't
speak
so
loud
.
It
frequently
occurs
in
a
state
prison
like
this
,
that
persons
are
stationed
outside
the
doors
of
the
cells
purposely
to
overhear
the
conversation
of
the
prisoners
.
"
"
But
they
believe
I
am
shut
up
alone
here
.
"
"
That
makes
no
difference
.
"
"
And
you
say
that
you
dug
your
way
a
distance
of
fifty
feet
to
get
here
?
"
"
I
do
;
that
is
about
the
distance
that
separates
your
chamber
from
mine
;
only
,
unfortunately
,
I
did
not
curve
aright
;
for
want
of
the
necessary
geometrical
instruments
to
calculate
my
scale
of
proportion
,
instead
of
taking
an
ellipsis
of
forty
feet
,
I
made
it
fifty
.
I
expected
,
as
I
told
you
,
to
reach
the
outer
wall
,
pierce
through
it
,
and
throw
myself
into
the
sea
;
I
have
,
however
,
kept
along
the
corridor
on
which
your
chamber
opens
,
instead
of
going
beneath
it
.
My
labor
is
all
in
vain
,
for
I
find
that
the
corridor
looks
into
a
courtyard
filled
with
soldiers
.
"
