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"
Well
,
do
you
know
if
the
persons
you
see
there
are
rich
or
poor
,
if
their
sacks
of
wheat
are
not
rubies
or
diamonds
?
They
seem
like
poor
fishermen
,
and
suddenly
they
open
some
mysterious
cavern
filled
with
the
wealth
of
the
Indies
.
"
"
Which
means
?
"
"
Which
means
that
my
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
is
one
of
those
fishermen
.
He
has
even
a
name
taken
from
the
book
,
since
he
calls
himself
Sinbad
the
Sailor
,
and
has
a
cave
filled
with
gold
.
"
"
And
you
have
seen
this
cavern
,
Morcerf
?
"
asked
Beauchamp
.
"
No
,
but
Franz
has
;
for
heaven
's
sake
,
not
a
word
of
this
before
him
.
Franz
went
in
with
his
eyes
blindfolded
,
and
was
waited
on
by
mutes
and
by
women
to
whom
Cleopatra
was
a
painted
strumpet
.
Only
he
is
not
quite
sure
about
the
women
,
for
they
did
not
come
in
until
after
he
had
taken
hashish
,
so
that
what
he
took
for
women
might
have
been
simply
a
row
of
statues
.
"
The
two
young
men
looked
at
Morcerf
as
if
to
say
--
"
Are
you
mad
,
or
are
you
laughing
at
us
?
"
"
And
I
also
,
"
said
Morrel
thoughtfully
,
"
have
heard
something
like
this
from
an
old
sailor
named
Penelon
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
cried
Albert
,
"
it
is
very
lucky
that
M.
Morrel
comes
to
aid
me
;
you
are
vexed
,
are
you
not
,
that
he
thus
gives
a
clew
to
the
labyrinth
?
"
"
My
dear
Albert
,
"
said
Debray
,
"
what
you
tell
us
is
so
extraordinary
.
"
"
Ah
,
because
your
ambassadors
and
your
consuls
do
not
tell
you
of
them
--
they
have
no
time
.
They
are
too
much
taken
up
with
interfering
in
the
affairs
of
their
countrymen
who
travel
.
"
