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Edmond
uttered
a
cry
of
agony
,
and
,
quite
out
of
his
senses
,
rushed
towards
the
door
,
exclaiming
,
"
Help
,
help
!
"
Faria
had
just
sufficient
strength
to
restrain
him
.
"
Silence
,
"
he
said
,
"
or
you
are
lost
.
We
must
now
only
think
of
you
,
my
dear
friend
,
and
so
act
as
to
render
your
captivity
supportable
or
your
flight
possible
.
It
would
require
years
to
do
again
what
I
have
done
here
,
and
the
results
would
be
instantly
destroyed
if
our
jailers
knew
we
had
communicated
with
each
other
.
Besides
,
be
assured
,
my
dear
Edmond
,
the
dungeon
I
am
about
to
leave
will
not
long
remain
empty
;
some
other
unfortunate
being
will
soon
take
my
place
,
and
to
him
you
will
appear
like
an
angel
of
salvation
.
Perhaps
he
will
be
young
,
strong
,
and
enduring
,
like
yourself
,
and
will
aid
you
in
your
escape
,
while
I
have
been
but
a
hindrance
.
You
will
no
longer
have
half
a
dead
body
tied
to
you
as
a
drag
to
all
your
movements
.
At
length
providence
has
done
something
for
you
;
he
restores
to
you
more
than
he
takes
away
,
and
it
was
time
I
should
die
.
"
Edmond
could
only
clasp
his
hands
and
exclaim
,
"
Oh
,
my
friend
,
my
friend
,
speak
not
thus
!
"
and
then
resuming
all
his
presence
of
mind
,
which
had
for
a
moment
staggered
under
this
blow
,
and
his
strength
,
which
had
failed
at
the
words
of
the
old
man
,
he
said
,
"
Oh
,
I
have
saved
you
once
,
and
I
will
save
you
a
second
time
!
"
And
raising
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
he
drew
out
the
phial
,
still
a
third
filled
with
the
red
liquor
.
"
See
,
"
he
exclaimed
,
"
there
remains
still
some
of
the
magic
draught
.
Quick
,
quick
!
tell
me
what
I
must
do
this
time
;
are
there
any
fresh
instructions
?
Speak
,
my
friend
;
I
listen
.
"
"
There
is
not
a
hope
,
"
replied
Faria
,
shaking
his
head
,
"
but
no
matter
;
God
wills
it
that
man
whom
he
has
created
,
and
in
whose
heart
he
has
so
profoundly
rooted
the
love
of
life
,
should
do
all
in
his
power
to
preserve
that
existence
,
which
,
however
painful
it
may
be
,
is
yet
always
so
dear
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
yes
!
"
exclaimed
Dantes
;
"
and
I
tell
you
that
I
will
save
you
yet
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
try
.
The
cold
gains
upon
me
.
I
feel
the
blood
flowing
towards
my
brain
.
These
horrible
chills
,
which
make
my
teeth
chatter
and
seem
to
dislocate
my
bones
,
begin
to
pervade
my
whole
frame
;
in
five
minutes
the
malady
will
reach
its
height
,
and
in
a
quarter
of
an
hour
there
will
be
nothing
left
of
me
but
a
corpse
.
"
"
Oh
!
"
exclaimed
Dantes
,
his
heart
wrung
with
anguish
.
"
Do
as
you
did
before
,
only
do
not
wait
so
long
,
all
the
springs
of
life
are
now
exhausted
in
me
,
and
death
,
"
he
continued
,
looking
at
his
paralyzed
arm
and
leg
,
"
has
but
half
its
work
to
do
.
If
,
after
having
made
me
swallow
twelve
drops
instead
of
ten
,
you
see
that
I
do
not
recover
,
then
pour
the
rest
down
my
throat
.
Now
lift
me
on
my
bed
,
for
I
can
no
longer
support
myself
.
"
