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When
he
believed
that
the
right
moment
had
arrived
,
he
took
the
knife
,
pried
open
the
teeth
,
which
offered
less
resistance
than
before
,
counted
one
after
the
other
twelve
drops
,
and
watched
;
the
phial
contained
,
perhaps
,
twice
as
much
more
.
He
waited
ten
minutes
,
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
half
an
hour
--
no
change
took
place
.
Trembling
,
his
hair
erect
,
his
brow
bathed
with
perspiration
,
he
counted
the
seconds
by
the
beating
of
his
heart
.
Then
he
thought
it
was
time
to
make
the
last
trial
,
and
he
put
the
phial
to
the
purple
lips
of
Faria
,
and
without
having
occasion
to
force
open
his
jaws
,
which
had
remained
extended
,
he
poured
the
whole
of
the
liquid
down
his
throat
.
The
draught
produced
a
galvanic
effect
,
a
violent
trembling
pervaded
the
old
man
's
limbs
,
his
eyes
opened
until
it
was
fearful
to
gaze
upon
them
,
he
heaved
a
sigh
which
resembled
a
shriek
,
and
then
his
convulsed
body
returned
gradually
to
its
former
immobility
,
the
eyes
remaining
open
.
Half
an
hour
,
an
hour
,
an
hour
and
a
half
elapsed
,
and
during
this
period
of
anguish
,
Edmond
leaned
over
his
friend
,
his
hand
applied
to
his
heart
,
and
felt
the
body
gradually
grow
cold
,
and
the
heart
's
pulsation
become
more
and
more
deep
and
dull
,
until
at
length
it
stopped
;
the
last
movement
of
the
heart
ceased
,
the
face
became
livid
,
the
eyes
remained
open
,
but
the
eyeballs
were
glazed
.
It
was
six
o'clock
in
the
morning
,
the
dawn
was
just
breaking
,
and
its
feeble
ray
came
into
the
dungeon
,
and
paled
the
ineffectual
light
of
the
lamp
.
Strange
shadows
passed
over
the
countenance
of
the
dead
man
,
and
at
times
gave
it
the
appearance
of
life
.
While
the
struggle
between
day
and
night
lasted
,
Dantes
still
doubted
;
but
as
soon
as
the
daylight
gained
the
preeminence
,
he
saw
that
he
was
alone
with
a
corpse
.
Then
an
invincible
and
extreme
terror
seized
upon
him
,
and
he
dared
not
again
press
the
hand
that
hung
out
of
bed
,
he
dared
no
longer
to
gaze
on
those
fixed
and
vacant
eyes
,
which
he
tried
many
times
to
close
,
but
in
vain
--
they
opened
again
as
soon
as
shut
.
He
extinguished
the
lamp
,
carefully
concealed
it
,
and
then
went
away
,
closing
as
well
as
he
could
the
entrance
to
the
secret
passage
by
the
large
stone
as
he
descended
.
It
was
time
,
for
the
jailer
was
coming
.
On
this
occasion
he
began
his
rounds
at
Dantes
'
cell
,
and
on
leaving
him
he
went
on
to
Faria
's
dungeon
,
taking
thither
breakfast
and
some
linen
.
Nothing
betokened
that
the
man
knew
anything
of
what
had
occurred
.
He
went
on
his
way
.
Dantes
was
then
seized
with
an
indescribable
desire
to
know
what
was
going
on
in
the
dungeon
of
his
unfortunate
friend
.
He
therefore
returned
by
the
subterraneous
gallery
,
and
arrived
in
time
to
hear
the
exclamations
of
the
turnkey
,
who
called
out
for
help
.
Other
turnkeys
came
,
and
then
was
heard
the
regular
tramp
of
soldiers
.
Last
of
all
came
the
governor
.
Edmond
heard
the
creaking
of
the
bed
as
they
moved
the
corpse
,
heard
the
voice
of
the
governor
,
who
asked
them
to
throw
water
on
the
dead
man
's
face
;
and
seeing
that
,
in
spite
of
this
application
,
the
prisoner
did
not
recover
,
they
sent
for
the
doctor
.
The
governor
then
went
out
,
and
words
of
pity
fell
on
Dantes
'
listening
ears
,
mingled
with
brutal
laughter
.
"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
one
,
"
the
madman
has
gone
to
look
after
his
treasure
.
Good
journey
to
him
!
"
"
With
all
his
millions
,
he
will
not
have
enough
to
pay
for
his
shroud
!
"
said
another
.
"
Oh
,
"
added
a
third
voice
,
"
the
shrouds
of
the
Chateau
d'If
are
not
dear
!
"
