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The
night
was
one
of
feverish
distraction
,
and
in
its
progress
visions
good
and
evil
passed
through
Dantes
'
mind
.
If
he
closed
his
eyes
,
he
saw
Cardinal
Spada
's
letter
written
on
the
wall
in
characters
of
flame
--
if
he
slept
for
a
moment
the
wildest
dreams
haunted
his
brain
.
He
ascended
into
grottos
paved
with
emeralds
,
with
panels
of
rubies
,
and
the
roof
glowing
with
diamond
stalactites
.
Pearls
fell
drop
by
drop
,
as
subterranean
waters
filter
in
their
caves
.
Edmond
,
amazed
,
wonderstruck
,
filled
his
pockets
with
the
radiant
gems
and
then
returned
to
daylight
,
when
he
discovered
that
his
prizes
had
all
changed
into
common
pebbles
.
He
then
endeavored
to
re-enter
the
marvellous
grottos
,
but
they
had
suddenly
receded
,
and
now
the
path
became
a
labyrinth
,
and
then
the
entrance
vanished
,
and
in
vain
did
he
tax
his
memory
for
the
magic
and
mysterious
word
which
opened
the
splendid
caverns
of
Ali
Baba
to
the
Arabian
fisherman
.
All
was
useless
,
the
treasure
disappeared
,
and
had
again
reverted
to
the
genii
from
whom
for
a
moment
he
had
hoped
to
carry
it
off
.
The
day
came
at
length
,
and
was
almost
as
feverish
as
the
night
had
been
,
but
it
brought
reason
to
the
aid
of
imagination
,
and
Dantes
was
then
enabled
to
arrange
a
plan
which
had
hitherto
been
vague
and
unsettled
in
his
brain
.
Night
came
,
and
with
it
the
preparation
for
departure
,
and
these
preparations
served
to
conceal
Dantes
'
agitation
.
He
had
by
degrees
assumed
such
authority
over
his
companions
that
he
was
almost
like
a
commander
on
board
;
and
as
his
orders
were
always
clear
,
distinct
,
and
easy
of
execution
,
his
comrades
obeyed
him
with
celerity
and
pleasure
.
The
old
patron
did
not
interfere
,
for
he
too
had
recognized
the
superiority
of
Dantes
over
the
crew
and
himself
.
He
saw
in
the
young
man
his
natural
successor
,
and
regretted
that
he
had
not
a
daughter
,
that
he
might
have
bound
Edmond
to
him
by
a
more
secure
alliance
.
At
seven
o'clock
in
the
evening
all
was
ready
,
and
at
ten
minutes
past
seven
they
doubled
the
lighthouse
just
as
the
beacon
was
kindled
.
The
sea
was
calm
,
and
,
with
a
fresh
breeze
from
the
south-east
,
they
sailed
beneath
a
bright
blue
sky
,
in
which
God
also
lighted
up
in
turn
his
beacon
lights
,
each
of
which
is
a
world
.
Dantes
told
them
that
all
hands
might
turn
in
,
and
he
would
take
the
helm
.
When
the
Maltese
(
for
so
they
called
Dantes
)
had
said
this
,
it
was
sufficient
,
and
all
went
to
their
bunks
contentedly
.
This
frequently
happened
.
Dantes
,
cast
from
solitude
into
the
world
,
frequently
experienced
an
imperious
desire
for
solitude
;
and
what
solitude
is
more
complete
,
or
more
poetical
,
than
that
of
a
ship
floating
in
isolation
on
the
sea
during
the
obscurity
of
the
night
,
in
the
silence
of
immensity
,
and
under
the
eye
of
heaven
?
Now
this
solitude
was
peopled
with
his
thoughts
,
the
night
lighted
up
by
his
illusions
,
and
the
silence
animated
by
his
anticipations
.
When
the
patron
awoke
,
the
vessel
was
hurrying
on
with
every
sail
set
,
and
every
sail
full
with
the
breeze
.
They
were
making
nearly
ten
knots
an
hour
.
The
Island
of
Monte
Cristo
loomed
large
in
the
horizon
.
Edmond
resigned
the
lugger
to
the
master
's
care
,
and
went
and
lay
down
in
his
hammock
;
but
,
in
spite
of
a
sleepless
night
,
he
could
not
close
his
eyes
for
a
moment
.
Two
hours
afterwards
he
came
on
deck
,
as
the
boat
was
about
to
double
the
Island
of
Elba
.
They
were
just
abreast
of
Mareciana
,
and
beyond
the
flat
but
verdant
Island
of
La
Pianosa
.
The
peak
of
Monte
Cristo
reddened
by
the
burning
sun
,
was
seen
against
the
azure
sky
.
Dantes
ordered
the
helmsman
to
put
down
his
helm
,
in
order
to
leave
La
Pianosa
to
starboard
,
as
he
knew
that
he
should
shorten
his
course
by
two
or
three
knots
.
About
five
o'clock
in
the
evening
the
island
was
distinct
,
and
everything
on
it
was
plainly
perceptible
,
owing
to
that
clearness
of
the
atmosphere
peculiar
to
the
light
which
the
rays
of
the
sun
cast
at
its
setting
.
Edmond
gazed
very
earnestly
at
the
mass
of
rocks
which
gave
out
all
the
variety
of
twilight
colors
,
from
the
brightest
pink
to
the
deepest
blue
;
and
from
time
to
time
his
cheeks
flushed
,
his
brow
darkened
,
and
a
mist
passed
over
his
eyes
.
Never
did
a
gamester
,
whose
whole
fortune
is
staked
on
one
cast
of
the
die
,
experience
the
anguish
which
Edmond
felt
in
his
paroxysms
of
hope
.
Night
came
,
and
at
ten
o'clock
they
anchored
.
The
Young
Amelia
was
first
at
the
rendezvous
.
In
spite
of
his
usual
command
over
himself
,
Dantes
could
not
restrain
his
impetuosity
.
He
was
the
first
to
jump
on
shore
;
and
had
he
dared
,
he
would
,
like
Lucius
Brutus
,
have
"
kissed
his
mother
earth
.
"
It
was
dark
,
but
at
eleven
o'clock
the
moon
rose
in
the
midst
of
the
ocean
,
whose
every
wave
she
silvered
,
and
then
,
"
ascending
high
,
"
played
in
floods
of
pale
light
on
the
rocky
hills
of
this
second
Pelion
.
The
island
was
familiar
to
the
crew
of
The
Young
Amelia
--
it
was
one
of
her
regular
haunts
.
As
to
Dantes
,
he
had
passed
it
on
his
voyage
to
and
from
the
Levant
,
but
never
touched
at
it
.
He
questioned
Jacopo
.
"
Where
shall
we
pass
the
night
?
"
he
inquired
.
"
Why
,
on
board
the
tartan
,
"
replied
the
sailor
.
"
Should
we
not
do
better
in
the
grottos
?
"
"
What
grottos
?
"
