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"
And
was
he
not
so
?
"
asked
the
abbe
.
"
Gaspard
,
Gaspard
!
"
murmured
the
woman
,
from
her
seat
on
the
stairs
,
"
mind
what
you
are
saying
!
"
Caderousse
made
no
reply
to
these
words
,
though
evidently
irritated
and
annoyed
by
the
interruption
,
but
,
addressing
the
abbe
,
said
,
"
Can
a
man
be
faithful
to
another
whose
wife
he
covets
and
desires
for
himself
?
But
Dantes
was
so
honorable
and
true
in
his
own
nature
,
that
he
believed
everybody
's
professions
of
friendship
.
Poor
Edmond
,
he
was
cruelly
deceived
;
but
it
was
fortunate
that
he
never
knew
,
or
he
might
have
found
it
more
difficult
,
when
on
his
deathbed
,
to
pardon
his
enemies
.
And
,
whatever
people
may
say
,
"
continued
Caderousse
,
in
his
native
language
,
which
was
not
altogether
devoid
of
rude
poetry
,
"
I
can
not
help
being
more
frightened
at
the
idea
of
the
malediction
of
the
dead
than
the
hatred
of
the
living
.
"
"
Imbecile
!
"
exclaimed
La
Carconte
.
"
Do
you
,
then
,
know
in
what
manner
Fernand
injured
Dantes
?
"
inquired
the
abbe
of
Caderousse
.
"
Do
I
?
No
one
better
.
"
"
Speak
out
then
,
say
what
it
was
!
"
"
Gaspard
!
"
cried
La
Carconte
,
"
do
as
you
will
;
you
are
master
--
but
if
you
take
my
advice
you
'll
hold
your
tongue
.
"
"
Well
,
wife
,
"
replied
Caderousse
,
"
I
do
n't
know
but
what
you
're
right
!
"
"
So
you
will
say
nothing
?
"
asked
the
abbe
.
