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"
This
order
to
heat
the
irons
made
Dantes
shudder
.
He
heard
hasty
steps
,
the
creaking
of
a
door
,
people
going
and
coming
,
and
some
minutes
afterwards
a
turnkey
entered
,
saying
--
"
Here
is
the
brazier
,
lighted
.
"
There
was
a
moment
's
silence
,
and
then
was
heard
the
crackling
of
burning
flesh
,
of
which
the
peculiar
and
nauseous
smell
penetrated
even
behind
the
wall
where
Dantes
was
listening
in
horror
.
The
perspiration
poured
forth
upon
the
young
man
's
brow
,
and
he
felt
as
if
he
should
faint
.
"
You
see
,
sir
,
he
is
really
dead
,
"
said
the
doctor
;
"
this
burn
in
the
heel
is
decisive
.
The
poor
fool
is
cured
of
his
folly
,
and
delivered
from
his
captivity
.
"
"
Was
n't
his
name
Faria
?
"
inquired
one
of
the
officers
who
accompanied
the
governor
.
"
Yes
,
sir
;
and
,
as
he
said
,
it
was
an
ancient
name
.
He
was
,
too
,
very
learned
,
and
rational
enough
on
all
points
which
did
not
relate
to
his
treasure
;
but
on
that
,
indeed
,
he
was
intractable
.
"
"
It
is
the
sort
of
malady
which
we
call
monomania
,
"
said
the
doctor
.
"
You
had
never
anything
to
complain
of
?
"
said
the
governor
to
the
jailer
who
had
charge
of
the
abbe
.
"
Never
,
sir
,
"
replied
the
jailer
,
"
never
;
on
the
contrary
,
he
sometimes
amused
me
very
much
by
telling
me
stories
.
One
day
,
too
,
when
my
wife
was
ill
,
he
gave
me
a
prescription
which
cured
her
.
"
"
Ah
,
ah
!
"
said
the
doctor
,
"
I
did
not
know
that
I
had
a
rival
;
but
I
hope
,
governor
,
that
you
will
show
him
all
proper
respect
.
"
