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"
I
have
ten
left
,
"
said
the
man
,
"
for
here
are
eleven
,
and
I
had
twenty-one
,
five
more
than
last
year
.
But
I
am
not
surprised
;
the
spring
has
been
warm
this
year
,
and
strawberries
require
heat
,
sir
.
This
is
the
reason
that
,
instead
of
the
sixteen
I
had
last
year
,
I
have
this
year
,
you
see
,
eleven
,
already
plucked
--
twelve
,
thirteen
,
fourteen
,
fifteen
,
sixteen
,
seventeen
,
eighteen
.
Ah
,
I
miss
three
,
they
were
here
last
night
,
sir
--
I
am
sure
they
were
here
--
I
counted
them
.
It
must
be
the
Mere
Simon
's
son
who
has
stolen
them
;
I
saw
him
strolling
about
here
this
morning
.
Ah
,
the
young
rascal
--
stealing
in
a
garden
--
he
does
not
know
where
that
may
lead
him
to
.
"
"
Certainly
,
it
is
wrong
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
but
you
should
take
into
consideration
the
youth
and
greediness
of
the
delinquent
.
"
"
Of
course
,
"
said
the
gardener
,
"
but
that
does
not
make
it
the
less
unpleasant
.
But
,
sir
,
once
more
I
beg
pardon
;
perhaps
you
are
an
officer
that
I
am
detaining
here
.
"
And
he
glanced
timidly
at
the
count
's
blue
coat
.
"
Calm
yourself
,
my
friend
,
"
said
the
count
,
with
the
smile
which
he
made
at
will
either
terrible
or
benevolent
,
and
which
now
expressed
only
the
kindliest
feeling
;
"
I
am
not
an
inspector
,
but
a
traveller
,
brought
here
by
a
curiosity
he
half
repents
of
,
since
he
causes
you
to
lose
your
time
.
"
"
Ah
,
my
time
is
not
valuable
,
"
replied
the
man
with
a
melancholy
smile
.
"
Still
it
belongs
to
government
,
and
I
ought
not
to
waste
it
;
but
,
having
received
the
signal
that
I
might
rest
for
an
hour
"
(
here
he
glanced
at
the
sun-dial
,
for
there
was
everything
in
the
enclosure
of
Montlhery
,
even
a
sun-dial
)
,
"
and
having
ten
minutes
before
me
,
and
my
strawberries
being
ripe
,
when
a
day
longer
--
by-the-by
,
sir
,
do
you
think
dormice
eat
them
?
"
"
Indeed
,
I
should
think
not
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
;
"
dormice
are
bad
neighbors
for
us
who
do
not
eat
them
preserved
,
as
the
Romans
did
.
"
"
What
?
Did
the
Romans
eat
them
?
"
said
the
gardener
--
"
ate
dormice
?
"
"
I
have
read
so
in
Petronius
,
"
said
the
count
.
"
Really
?
They
ca
n't
be
nice
,
though
they
do
say
'
as
fat
as
a
dormouse
.
