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"
Yes
,
yes
,
make
your
mind
easy
,
he
shall
be
decently
interred
in
the
newest
sack
we
can
find
.
Will
that
satisfy
you
?
"
"
Must
this
last
formality
take
place
in
your
presence
,
sir
?
"
inquired
a
turnkey
.
"
Certainly
.
But
make
haste
--
I
can
not
stay
here
all
day
.
"
Other
footsteps
,
going
and
coming
,
were
now
heard
,
and
a
moment
afterwards
the
noise
of
rustling
canvas
reached
Dantes
'
ears
,
the
bed
creaked
,
and
the
heavy
footfall
of
a
man
who
lifts
a
weight
sounded
on
the
floor
;
then
the
bed
again
creaked
under
the
weight
deposited
upon
it
.
"
This
evening
,
"
said
the
governor
.
"
Will
there
be
any
mass
?
"
asked
one
of
the
attendants
.
"
That
is
impossible
,
"
replied
the
governor
.
"
The
chaplain
of
the
chateau
came
to
me
yesterday
to
beg
for
leave
of
absence
,
in
order
to
take
a
trip
to
Hyeres
for
a
week
.
I
told
him
I
would
attend
to
the
prisoners
in
his
absence
.
If
the
poor
abbe
had
not
been
in
such
a
hurry
,
he
might
have
had
his
requiem
.
"
"
Pooh
,
pooh
;
"
said
the
doctor
,
with
the
impiety
usual
in
persons
of
his
profession
;
"
he
is
a
churchman
.
God
will
respect
his
profession
,
and
not
give
the
devil
the
wicked
delight
of
sending
him
a
priest
.
"
A
shout
of
laughter
followed
this
brutal
jest
.
Meanwhile
the
operation
of
putting
the
body
in
the
sack
was
going
on
.
"
This
evening
,
"
said
the
governor
,
when
the
task
was
ended
.
"
At
what
hour
?
"
inquired
a
turnkey
.
"
Why
,
about
ten
or
eleven
o'clock
