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Dantes
had
not
been
deceived
--
he
had
reached
the
first
of
the
two
islands
,
which
was
,
in
fact
,
Tiboulen
.
He
knew
that
it
was
barren
and
without
shelter
;
but
when
the
sea
became
more
calm
,
he
resolved
to
plunge
into
its
waves
again
,
and
swim
to
Lemaire
,
equally
arid
,
but
larger
,
and
consequently
better
adapted
for
concealment
.
An
overhanging
rock
offered
him
a
temporary
shelter
,
and
scarcely
had
he
availed
himself
of
it
when
the
tempest
burst
forth
in
all
its
fury
.
Edmond
felt
the
trembling
of
the
rock
beneath
which
he
lay
;
the
waves
,
dashing
themselves
against
it
,
wetted
him
with
their
spray
.
He
was
safely
sheltered
,
and
yet
he
felt
dizzy
in
the
midst
of
the
warring
of
the
elements
and
the
dazzling
brightness
of
the
lightning
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
the
island
trembled
to
its
base
,
and
that
it
would
,
like
a
vessel
at
anchor
,
break
moorings
,
and
bear
him
off
into
the
centre
of
the
storm
.
He
then
recollected
that
he
had
not
eaten
or
drunk
for
four-and-twenty
hours
.
He
extended
his
hands
,
and
drank
greedily
of
the
rainwater
that
had
lodged
in
a
hollow
of
the
rock
.
As
he
rose
,
a
flash
of
lightning
,
that
seemed
to
rive
the
remotest
heights
of
heaven
,
illumined
the
darkness
.
By
its
light
,
between
the
Island
of
Lemaire
and
Cape
Croiselle
,
a
quarter
of
a
league
distant
,
Dantes
saw
a
fishing-boat
driven
rapidly
like
a
spectre
before
the
power
of
winds
and
waves
.
A
second
after
,
he
saw
it
again
,
approaching
with
frightful
rapidity
.
Dantes
cried
at
the
top
of
his
voice
to
warn
them
of
their
danger
,
but
they
saw
it
themselves
.
Another
flash
showed
him
four
men
clinging
to
the
shattered
mast
and
the
rigging
,
while
a
fifth
clung
to
the
broken
rudder
.
The
men
he
beheld
saw
him
undoubtedly
,
for
their
cries
were
carried
to
his
ears
by
the
wind
.
Above
the
splintered
mast
a
sail
rent
to
tatters
was
waving
;
suddenly
the
ropes
that
still
held
it
gave
way
,
and
it
disappeared
in
the
darkness
of
the
night
like
a
vast
sea-bird
.
At
the
same
moment
a
violent
crash
was
heard
,
and
cries
of
distress
.
Dantes
from
his
rocky
perch
saw
the
shattered
vessel
,
and
among
the
fragments
the
floating
forms
of
the
hapless
sailors
.
Then
all
was
dark
again
.
Dantes
ran
down
the
rocks
at
the
risk
of
being
himself
dashed
to
pieces
;
he
listened
,
he
groped
about
,
but
he
heard
and
saw
nothing
--
the
cries
had
ceased
,
and
the
tempest
continued
to
rage
.
By
degrees
the
wind
abated
,
vast
gray
clouds
rolled
towards
the
west
,
and
the
blue
firmament
appeared
studded
with
bright
stars
.
Soon
a
red
streak
became
visible
in
the
horizon
,
the
waves
whitened
,
a
light
played
over
them
,
and
gilded
their
foaming
crests
with
gold
.
It
was
day
.
Dantes
stood
mute
and
motionless
before
this
majestic
spectacle
,
as
if
he
now
beheld
it
for
the
first
time
;
and
indeed
since
his
captivity
in
the
Chateau
d'If
he
had
forgotten
that
such
scenes
were
ever
to
be
witnessed
.
He
turned
towards
the
fortress
,
and
looked
at
both
sea
and
land
.
The
gloomy
building
rose
from
the
bosom
of
the
ocean
with
imposing
majesty
and
seemed
to
dominate
the
scene
.
It
was
about
five
o'clock
.
The
sea
continued
to
get
calmer
.
"
In
two
or
three
hours
,
"
thought
Dantes
,
"
the
turnkey
will
enter
my
chamber
,
find
the
body
of
my
poor
friend
,
recognize
it
,
seek
for
me
in
vain
,
and
give
the
alarm
.
Then
the
tunnel
will
be
discovered
;
the
men
who
cast
me
into
the
sea
and
who
must
have
heard
the
cry
I
uttered
,
will
be
questioned
.
Then
boats
filled
with
armed
soldiers
will
pursue
the
wretched
fugitive
.
The
cannon
will
warn
every
one
to
refuse
shelter
to
a
man
wandering
about
naked
and
famished
.
The
police
of
Marseilles
will
be
on
the
alert
by
land
,
whilst
the
governor
pursues
me
by
sea
.
I
am
cold
,
I
am
hungry
.
I
have
lost
even
the
knife
that
saved
me
.
O
my
God
,
I
have
suffered
enough
surely
!
Have
pity
on
me
,
and
do
for
me
what
I
am
unable
to
do
for
myself
.
"
As
Dantes
(
his
eyes
turned
in
the
direction
of
the
Chateau
d'If
)
uttered
this
prayer
,
he
saw
off
the
farther
point
of
the
Island
of
Pomegue
a
small
vessel
with
lateen
sail
skimming
the
sea
like
a
gull
in
search
of
prey
;
and
with
his
sailor
's
eye
he
knew
it
to
be
a
Genoese
tartan
.
She
was
coming
out
of
Marseilles
harbor
,
and
was
standing
out
to
sea
rapidly
,
her
sharp
prow
cleaving
through
the
waves
.
"
Oh
,
"
cried
Edmond
,
"
to
think
that
in
half
an
hour
I
could
join
her
,
did
I
not
fear
being
questioned
,
detected
,
and
conveyed
back
to
Marseilles
!
What
can
I
do
?
What
story
can
I
invent
?
under
pretext
of
trading
along
the
coast
,
these
men
,
who
are
in
reality
smugglers
,
will
prefer
selling
me
to
doing
a
good
action
.
I
must
wait
.
But
I
can
not
--
--
I
am
starving
.
In
a
few
hours
my
strength
will
be
utterly
exhausted
;
besides
,
perhaps
I
have
not
been
missed
at
the
fortress
.
I
can
pass
as
one
of
the
sailors
wrecked
last
night
.
My
story
will
be
accepted
,
for
there
is
no
one
left
to
contradict
me
.
"
