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"
No
doubt
in
the
subterranean
palace
Gaetano
told
you
of
.
"
"
Have
you
never
had
the
curiosity
,
when
you
have
landed
and
found
this
island
deserted
,
to
seek
for
this
enchanted
palace
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
more
than
once
,
but
always
in
vain
;
we
examined
the
grotto
all
over
,
but
we
never
could
find
the
slightest
trace
of
any
opening
;
they
say
that
the
door
is
not
opened
by
a
key
,
but
a
magic
word
.
"
"
Decidedly
,
"
muttered
Franz
,
"
this
is
an
Arabian
Nights
'
adventure
.
"
"
His
excellency
waits
for
you
,
"
said
a
voice
,
which
he
recognized
as
that
of
the
sentinel
.
He
was
accompanied
by
two
of
the
yacht
's
crew
.
Franz
drew
his
handkerchief
from
his
pocket
,
and
presented
it
to
the
man
who
had
spoken
to
him
.
Without
uttering
a
word
,
they
bandaged
his
eyes
with
a
care
that
showed
their
apprehensions
of
his
committing
some
indiscretion
.
Afterwards
he
was
made
to
promise
that
he
would
not
make
the
least
attempt
to
raise
the
bandage
.
He
promised
.
Then
his
two
guides
took
his
arms
,
and
he
went
on
,
guided
by
them
,
and
preceded
by
the
sentinel
.
After
going
about
thirty
paces
,
he
smelt
the
appetizing
odor
of
the
kid
that
was
roasting
,
and
knew
thus
that
he
was
passing
the
bivouac
;
they
then
led
him
on
about
fifty
paces
farther
,
evidently
advancing
towards
that
part
of
the
shore
where
they
would
not
allow
Gaetano
to
go
--
a
refusal
he
could
now
comprehend
.
Presently
,
by
a
change
in
the
atmosphere
,
he
knew
that
they
were
entering
a
cave
;
after
going
on
for
a
few
seconds
more
he
heard
a
crackling
,
and
it
seemed
to
him
as
though
the
atmosphere
again
changed
,
and
became
balmy
and
perfumed
.
At
length
his
feet
touched
on
a
thick
and
soft
carpet
,
and
his
guides
let
go
their
hold
of
him
.
There
was
a
moment
's
silence
,
and
then
a
voice
,
in
excellent
French
,
although
,
with
a
foreign
accent
,
said
,
"
Welcome
,
sir
.
I
beg
you
will
remove
your
bandage
.
"
It
may
be
supposed
,
then
,
Franz
did
not
wait
for
a
repetition
of
this
permission
,
but
took
off
the
handkerchief
,
and
found
himself
in
the
presence
of
a
man
from
thirty-eight
to
forty
years
of
age
,
dressed
in
a
Tunisian
costume
--
that
is
to
say
,
a
red
cap
with
a
long
blue
silk
tassel
,
a
vest
of
black
cloth
embroidered
with
gold
,
pantaloons
of
deep
red
,
large
and
full
gaiters
of
the
same
color
,
embroidered
with
gold
like
the
vest
,
and
yellow
slippers
;
he
had
a
splendid
cashmere
round
his
waist
,
and
a
small
sharp
and
crooked
cangiar
was
passed
through
his
girdle
.
Although
of
a
paleness
that
was
almost
livid
,
this
man
had
a
remarkably
handsome
face
;
his
eyes
were
penetrating
and
sparkling
;
his
nose
,
quite
straight
,
and
projecting
direct
from
the
brow
,
was
of
the
pure
Greek
type
,
while
his
teeth
,
as
white
as
pearls
,
were
set
off
to
admiration
by
the
black
mustache
that
encircled
them
.
His
pallor
was
so
peculiar
,
that
it
seemed
to
pertain
to
one
who
had
been
long
entombed
,
and
who
was
incapable
of
resuming
the
healthy
glow
and
hue
of
life
.
He
was
not
particularly
tall
,
but
extremely
well
made
,
and
,
like
the
men
of
the
south
,
had
small
hands
and
feet
.
But
what
astonished
Franz
,
who
had
treated
Gaetano
's
description
as
a
fable
,
was
the
splendor
of
the
apartment
in
which
he
found
himself
.
The
entire
chamber
was
lined
with
crimson
brocade
,
worked
with
flowers
of
gold
.
In
a
recess
was
a
kind
of
divan
,
surmounted
with
a
stand
of
Arabian
swords
in
silver
scabbards
,
and
the
handles
resplendent
with
gems
;
from
the
ceiling
hung
a
lamp
of
Venetian
glass
,
of
beautiful
shape
and
color
,
while
the
feet
rested
on
a
Turkey
carpet
,
in
which
they
sunk
to
the
instep
;
tapestry
hung
before
the
door
by
which
Franz
had
entered
,
and
also
in
front
of
another
door
,
leading
into
a
second
apartment
which
seemed
to
be
brilliantly
illuminated
.
The
host
gave
Franz
time
to
recover
from
his
surprise
,
and
,
moreover
,
returned
look
for
look
,
not
even
taking
his
eyes
off
him
.
"
Sir
,
"
he
said
,
after
a
pause
,
"
a
thousand
excuses
for
the
precaution
taken
in
your
introduction
hither
;
but
as
,
during
the
greater
portion
of
the
year
,
this
island
is
deserted
,
if
the
secret
of
this
abode
were
discovered
.
I
should
doubtless
,
find
on
my
return
my
temporary
retirement
in
a
state
of
great
disorder
,
which
would
be
exceedingly
annoying
,
not
for
the
loss
it
occasioned
me
,
but
because
I
should
not
have
the
certainty
I
now
possess
of
separating
myself
from
all
the
rest
of
mankind
at
pleasure
.
Let
me
now
endeavor
to
make
you
forget
this
temporary
unpleasantness
,
and
offer
you
what
no
doubt
you
did
not
expect
to
find
here
--
that
is
to
say
,
a
tolerable
supper
and
pretty
comfortable
beds
.
"
"
Ma
foi
,
my
dear
sir
,
"
replied
Franz
,
"
make
no
apologies
.
I
have
always
observed
that
they
bandage
people
's
eyes
who
penetrate
enchanted
palaces
,
for
instance
,
those
of
Raoul
in
the
'
Huguenots
,
'
and
really
I
have
nothing
to
complain
of
,
for
what
I
see
makes
me
think
of
the
wonders
of
the
'
Arabian
Nights
.
'
"
