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It
is
not
a
wonder
they
are
fat
,
sleeping
all
day
,
and
only
waking
to
eat
all
night
.
Listen
.
Last
year
I
had
four
apricots
--
they
stole
one
,
I
had
one
nectarine
,
only
one
--
well
,
sir
,
they
ate
half
of
it
on
the
wall
;
a
splendid
nectarine
--
I
never
ate
a
better
.
"
"
You
ate
it
?
"
"
That
is
to
say
,
the
half
that
was
left
--
you
understand
;
it
was
exquisite
,
sir
.
Ah
,
those
gentlemen
never
choose
the
worst
morsels
;
like
Mere
Simon
's
son
,
who
has
not
chosen
the
worst
strawberries
.
But
this
year
,
"
continued
the
horticulturist
,
"
I
'll
take
care
it
shall
not
happen
,
even
if
I
should
be
forced
to
sit
by
the
whole
night
to
watch
when
the
strawberries
are
ripe
.
"
Monte
Cristo
had
seen
enough
.
Every
man
has
a
devouring
passion
in
his
heart
,
as
every
fruit
has
its
worm
;
that
of
the
telegraph
man
was
horticulture
.
He
began
gathering
the
grape-leaves
which
screened
the
sun
from
the
grapes
,
and
won
the
heart
of
the
gardener
.
"
Did
you
come
here
,
sir
,
to
see
the
telegraph
?
"
he
said
.
"
Yes
,
if
it
is
n't
contrary
to
the
rules
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
said
the
gardener
;
"
not
in
the
least
,
since
there
is
no
danger
that
anyone
can
possibly
understand
what
we
are
saying
.
"
"
I
have
been
told
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
that
you
do
not
always
yourselves
understand
the
signals
you
repeat
.
"
"
That
is
true
,
sir
,
and
that
is
what
I
like
best
,
"
said
the
man
,
smiling
.
"
Why
do
you
like
that
best
?
"
"
Because
then
I
have
no
responsibility
.
I
am
a
machine
then
,
and
nothing
else
,
and
so
long
as
I
work
,
nothing
more
is
required
of
me
.
"
