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"
What
's
the
knot
for
?
"
thought
Dantes
.
They
deposited
the
supposed
corpse
on
the
bier
.
Edmond
stiffened
himself
in
order
to
play
the
part
of
a
dead
man
,
and
then
the
party
,
lighted
by
the
man
with
the
torch
,
who
went
first
,
ascended
the
stairs
.
Suddenly
he
felt
the
fresh
and
sharp
night
air
,
and
Dantes
knew
that
the
mistral
was
blowing
.
It
was
a
sensation
in
which
pleasure
and
pain
were
strangely
mingled
.
The
bearers
went
on
for
twenty
paces
,
then
stopped
,
putting
the
bier
down
on
the
ground
.
One
of
them
went
away
,
and
Dantes
heard
his
shoes
striking
on
the
pavement
.
"
Where
am
I
?
"
he
asked
himself
.
"
Really
,
he
is
by
no
means
a
light
load
!
"
said
the
other
bearer
,
sitting
on
the
edge
of
the
hand-barrow
.
Dantes
'
first
impulse
was
to
escape
,
but
fortunately
he
did
not
attempt
it
.
"
Give
us
a
light
,
"
said
the
other
bearer
,
"
or
I
shall
never
find
what
I
am
looking
for
.
"
The
man
with
the
torch
complied
,
although
not
asked
in
the
most
polite
terms
.
"
What
can
he
be
looking
for
?
"
thought
Edmond
.
"
The
spade
,
perhaps
.
"
An
exclamation
of
satisfaction
indicated
that
the
grave-digger
had
found
the
object
of
his
search
.
"
Here
it
is
at
last
,
"
he
said
,
"
not
without
some
trouble
though
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
was
the
answer
,
"
but
it
has
lost
nothing
by
waiting
.
"
As
he
said
this
,
the
man
came
towards
Edmond
,
who
heard
a
heavy
metallic
substance
laid
down
beside
him
,
and
at
the
same
moment
a
cord
was
fastened
round
his
feet
with
sudden
and
painful
violence
.
"
Well
,
have
you
tied
the
knot
?
"
inquired
the
grave-digger
,
who
was
looking
on
.
