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Dantes
approached
the
upper
rock
,
which
now
,
without
any
support
,
leaned
towards
the
sea
.
The
intrepid
treasure-seeker
walked
round
it
,
and
,
selecting
the
spot
from
whence
it
appeared
most
susceptible
to
attack
,
placed
his
lever
in
one
of
the
crevices
,
and
strained
every
nerve
to
move
the
mass
.
The
rock
,
already
shaken
by
the
explosion
,
tottered
on
its
base
.
Dantes
redoubled
his
efforts
;
he
seemed
like
one
of
the
ancient
Titans
,
who
uprooted
the
mountains
to
hurl
against
the
father
of
the
gods
.
The
rock
yielded
,
rolled
over
,
bounded
from
point
to
point
,
and
finally
disappeared
in
the
ocean
.
On
the
spot
it
had
occupied
was
a
circular
space
,
exposing
an
iron
ring
let
into
a
square
flag-stone
.
Dantes
uttered
a
cry
of
joy
and
surprise
;
never
had
a
first
attempt
been
crowned
with
more
perfect
success
.
He
would
fain
have
continued
,
but
his
knees
trembled
,
and
his
heart
beat
so
violently
,
and
his
sight
became
so
dim
,
that
he
was
forced
to
pause
.
This
feeling
lasted
but
for
a
moment
.
Edmond
inserted
his
lever
in
the
ring
and
exerted
all
his
strength
;
the
flag-stone
yielded
,
and
disclosed
steps
that
descended
until
they
were
lost
in
the
obscurity
of
a
subterraneous
grotto
.
Any
one
else
would
have
rushed
on
with
a
cry
of
joy
.
Dantes
turned
pale
,
hesitated
,
and
reflected
.
"
Come
,
"
said
he
to
himself
,
"
be
a
man
.
I
am
accustomed
to
adversity
.
I
must
not
be
cast
down
by
the
discovery
that
I
have
been
deceived
.
What
,
then
,
would
be
the
use
of
all
I
have
suffered
?
The
heart
breaks
when
,
after
having
been
elated
by
flattering
hopes
,
it
sees
all
its
illusions
destroyed
.
Faria
has
dreamed
this
;
the
Cardinal
Spada
buried
no
treasure
here
;
perhaps
he
never
came
here
,
or
if
he
did
,
Caesar
Borgia
,
the
intrepid
adventurer
,
the
stealthy
and
indefatigable
plunderer
,
has
followed
him
,
discovered
his
traces
,
pursued
them
as
I
have
done
,
raised
the
stone
,
and
descending
before
me
,
has
left
me
nothing
.
"
He
remained
motionless
and
pensive
,
his
eyes
fixed
on
the
gloomy
aperture
that
was
open
at
his
feet
.
"
Now
that
I
expect
nothing
,
now
that
I
no
longer
entertain
the
slightest
hopes
,
the
end
of
this
adventure
becomes
simply
a
matter
of
curiosity
.
"
And
he
remained
again
motionless
and
thoughtful
.
"
Yes
,
yes
;
this
is
an
adventure
worthy
a
place
in
the
varied
career
of
that
royal
bandit
.
This
fabulous
event
formed
but
a
link
in
a
long
chain
of
marvels
.
Yes
,
Borgia
has
been
here
,
a
torch
in
one
hand
,
a
sword
in
the
other
,
and
within
twenty
paces
,
at
the
foot
of
this
rock
,
perhaps
two
guards
kept
watch
on
land
and
sea
,
while
their
master
descended
,
as
I
am
about
to
descend
,
dispelling
the
darkness
before
his
awe-inspiring
progress
.
"
"
But
what
was
the
fate
of
the
guards
who
thus
possessed
his
secret
?
"
asked
Dantes
of
himself
.
"
The
fate
,
"
replied
he
,
smiling
,
"
of
those
who
buried
Alaric
.
"
"
Yet
,
had
he
come
,
"
thought
Dantes
,
"
he
would
have
found
the
treasure
,
and
Borgia
,
he
who
compared
Italy
to
an
artichoke
,
which
he
could
devour
leaf
by
leaf
,
knew
too
well
the
value
of
time
to
waste
it
in
replacing
this
rock
.
I
will
go
down
.
"
Then
he
descended
,
a
smile
on
his
lips
,
and
murmuring
that
last
word
of
human
philosophy
,
"
Perhaps
!
"
But
instead
of
the
darkness
,
and
the
thick
and
mephitic
atmosphere
he
had
expected
to
find
,
Dantes
saw
a
dim
and
bluish
light
,
which
,
as
well
as
the
air
,
entered
,
not
merely
by
the
aperture
he
had
just
formed
,
but
by
the
interstices
and
crevices
of
the
rock
which
were
visible
from
without
,
and
through
which
he
could
distinguish
the
blue
sky
and
the
waving
branches
of
the
evergreen
oaks
,
and
the
tendrils
of
the
creepers
that
grew
from
the
rocks
.
After
having
stood
a
few
minutes
in
the
cavern
,
the
atmosphere
of
which
was
rather
warm
than
damp
,
Dantes
'
eye
,
habituated
as
it
was
to
darkness
,
could
pierce
even
to
the
remotest
angles
of
the
cavern
,
which
was
of
granite
that
sparkled
like
diamonds
.
"
Alas
,
"
said
Edmond
,
smiling
,
"
these
are
the
treasures
the
cardinal
has
left
;
and
the
good
abbe
,
seeing
in
a
dream
these
glittering
walls
,
has
indulged
in
fallacious
hopes
.
"
