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"
'
Are
you
mad
,
uncle
?
'
(
he
called
me
by
this
name
when
he
was
in
good
humor
)
;
'
do
you
think
I
am
going
to
change
the
life
I
lead
for
your
mode
of
existence
--
my
agreeable
indolence
for
the
hard
and
precarious
toil
you
impose
on
yourself
,
exposed
to
the
bitter
frost
at
night
,
and
the
scorching
heat
by
day
,
compelled
to
conceal
yourself
,
and
when
you
are
perceived
,
receive
a
volley
of
bullets
,
all
to
earn
a
paltry
sum
?
Why
,
I
have
as
much
money
as
I
want
;
mother
Assunta
always
furnishes
me
when
I
ask
for
it
!
You
see
that
I
should
be
a
fool
to
accept
your
offer
.
'
The
arguments
,
and
his
audacity
,
perfectly
stupefied
me
.
Benedetto
rejoined
his
associates
,
and
I
saw
him
from
a
distance
point
me
out
to
them
as
a
fool
.
"
"
Sweet
child
,
"
murmured
Monte
Cristo
.
"
Oh
,
had
he
been
my
own
son
,
"
replied
Bertuccio
,
"
or
even
my
nephew
,
I
would
have
brought
him
back
to
the
right
road
,
for
the
knowledge
that
you
are
doing
your
duty
gives
you
strength
,
but
the
idea
that
I
was
striking
a
child
whose
father
I
had
killed
,
made
it
impossible
for
me
to
punish
him
.
I
gave
my
sister
,
who
constantly
defended
the
unfortunate
boy
,
good
advice
,
and
as
she
confessed
that
she
had
several
times
missed
money
to
a
considerable
amount
,
I
showed
her
a
safe
place
in
which
to
conceal
our
little
treasure
for
the
future
.
My
mind
was
already
made
up
.
Benedetto
could
read
,
write
,
and
cipher
perfectly
,
for
when
the
fit
seized
him
,
he
learned
more
in
a
day
than
others
in
a
week
.
My
intention
was
to
enter
him
as
a
clerk
in
some
ship
,
and
without
letting
him
know
anything
of
my
plan
,
to
convey
him
some
morning
on
board
;
by
this
means
his
future
treatment
would
depend
upon
his
own
conduct
.
I
set
off
for
France
,
after
having
fixed
upon
the
plan
.
Our
cargo
was
to
be
landed
in
the
Gulf
of
Lyons
,
and
this
was
a
difficult
thing
to
do
because
it
was
then
the
year
1829
.
The
most
perfect
tranquillity
was
restored
,
and
the
vigilance
of
the
custom-house
officers
was
redoubled
,
and
their
strictness
was
increased
at
this
time
,
in
consequence
of
the
fair
at
Beaucaire
.
"
Our
expedition
made
a
favorable
beginning
.
We
anchored
our
vessel
--
which
had
a
double
hold
,
where
our
goods
were
concealed
--
amidst
a
number
of
other
vessels
that
bordered
the
banks
of
the
Rhone
from
Beaucaire
to
Arles
.
On
our
arrival
we
began
to
discharge
our
cargo
in
the
night
,
and
to
convey
it
into
the
town
,
by
the
help
of
the
inn-keeper
with
whom
we
were
connected
.
Whether
success
rendered
us
imprudent
,
or
whether
we
were
betrayed
,
I
know
not
;
but
one
evening
,
about
five
o'clock
,
our
little
cabin-boy
came
breathlessly
,
to
inform
us
that
he
had
seen
a
detachment
of
custom-house
officers
advancing
in
our
direction
.
It
was
not
their
proximity
that
alarmed
us
,
for
detachments
were
constantly
patrolling
along
the
banks
of
the
Rhone
,
but
the
care
,
according
to
the
boy
's
account
,
that
they
took
to
avoid
being
seen
.
In
an
instant
we
were
on
the
alert
,
but
it
was
too
late
;
our
vessel
was
surrounded
,
and
amongst
the
custom-house
officers
I
observed
several
gendarmes
,
and
,
as
terrified
at
the
sight
of
their
uniforms
as
I
was
brave
at
the
sight
of
any
other
,
I
sprang
into
the
hold
,
opened
a
port
,
and
dropped
into
the
river
,
dived
,
and
only
rose
at
intervals
to
breathe
,
until
I
reached
a
ditch
that
had
recently
been
made
from
the
Rhone
to
the
canal
that
runs
from
Beaucaire
to
Aigues
--
Mortes
.
I
was
now
safe
,
for
I
could
swim
along
the
ditch
without
being
seen
,
and
I
reached
the
canal
in
safety
.
I
had
designedly
taken
this
direction
.
I
have
already
told
your
excellency
of
an
inn-keeper
from
Nimes
who
had
set
up
a
little
tavern
on
the
road
from
Bellegarde
to
Beaucaire
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
"
I
perfectly
recollect
him
;
I
think
he
was
your
colleague
.
"
"
Precisely
,
"
answered
Bertuccio
;
"
but
he
had
,
seven
or
eight
years
before
this
period
,
sold
his
establishment
to
a
tailor
at
Marseilles
,
who
,
having
almost
ruined
himself
in
his
old
trade
,
wished
to
make
his
fortune
in
another
.
Of
course
,
we
made
the
same
arrangements
with
the
new
landlord
that
we
had
with
the
old
;
and
it
was
of
this
man
that
I
intended
to
ask
shelter
.
"
"
What
was
his
name
?
"
inquired
the
count
,
who
seemed
to
become
somewhat
interested
in
Bertuccio
's
story
.
"
Gaspard
Caderousse
;
he
had
married
a
woman
from
the
village
of
Carconte
,
and
whom
we
did
not
know
by
any
other
name
than
that
of
her
village
.
