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"
You
are
aware
,
monsieur
,
that
a
man
may
be
estimable
and
trustworthy
in
private
life
,
and
the
best
seaman
in
the
merchant
service
,
and
yet
be
,
politically
speaking
,
a
great
criminal
.
Is
it
not
true
?
"
The
magistrate
laid
emphasis
on
these
words
,
as
if
he
wished
to
apply
them
to
the
owner
himself
,
while
his
eyes
seemed
to
plunge
into
the
heart
of
one
who
,
interceding
for
another
,
had
himself
need
of
indulgence
.
Morrel
reddened
,
for
his
own
conscience
was
not
quite
clear
on
politics
;
besides
,
what
Dantes
had
told
him
of
his
interview
with
the
grand-marshal
,
and
what
the
emperor
had
said
to
him
,
embarrassed
him
.
He
replied
,
however
--
"
I
entreat
you
,
M.
de
Villefort
,
be
,
as
you
always
are
,
kind
and
equitable
,
and
give
him
back
to
us
soon
.
"
This
give
us
sounded
revolutionary
in
the
deputy
's
ears
.
"
Ah
,
ah
,
"
murmured
he
,
"
is
Dantes
then
a
member
of
some
Carbonari
society
,
that
his
protector
thus
employs
the
collective
form
?
He
was
,
if
I
recollect
,
arrested
in
a
tavern
,
in
company
with
a
great
many
others
.
"
Then
he
added
,
"
Monsieur
,
you
may
rest
assured
I
shall
perform
my
duty
impartially
,
and
that
if
he
be
innocent
you
shall
not
have
appealed
to
me
in
vain
;
should
he
,
however
,
be
guilty
,
in
this
present
epoch
,
impunity
would
furnish
a
dangerous
example
,
and
I
must
do
my
duty
.
"
As
he
had
now
arrived
at
the
door
of
his
own
house
,
which
adjoined
the
Palais
de
Justice
,
he
entered
,
after
having
,
coldly
saluted
the
shipowner
,
who
stood
,
as
if
petrified
,
on
the
spot
where
Villefort
had
left
him
.
The
ante-chamber
was
full
of
police
agents
and
gendarmes
,
in
the
midst
of
whom
,
carefully
watched
,
but
calm
and
smiling
,
stood
the
prisoner
.
Villefort
traversed
the
ante-chamber
,
cast
a
side
glance
at
Dantes
,
and
taking
a
packet
which
a
gendarme
offered
him
,
disappeared
,
saying
,
"
Bring
in
the
prisoner
.
"
Rapid
as
had
been
Villefort
's
glance
,
it
had
served
to
give
him
an
idea
of
the
man
he
was
about
to
interrogate
.
He
had
recognized
intelligence
in
the
high
forehead
,
courage
in
the
dark
eye
and
bent
brow
,
and
frankness
in
the
thick
lips
that
showed
a
set
of
pearly
teeth
.
Villefort
's
first
impression
was
favorable
;
but
he
had
been
so
often
warned
to
mistrust
first
impulses
,
that
he
applied
the
maxim
to
the
impression
,
forgetting
the
difference
between
the
two
words
.
He
stifled
,
therefore
,
the
feelings
of
compassion
that
were
rising
,
composed
his
features
,
and
sat
down
,
grim
and
sombre
,
at
his
desk
.
An
instant
after
Dantes
entered
.
He
was
pale
,
but
calm
and
collected
,
and
saluting
his
judge
with
easy
politeness
,
looked
round
for
a
seat
,
as
if
he
had
been
in
M.
Morrel
's
salon
.
It
was
then
that
he
encountered
for
the
first
time
Villefort
's
look
--
that
look
peculiar
to
the
magistrate
,
who
,
while
seeming
to
read
the
thoughts
of
others
,
betrays
nothing
of
his
own
.
"
Who
and
what
are
you
?
"
demanded
Villefort
,
turning
over
a
pile
of
papers
,
containing
information
relative
to
the
prisoner
,
that
a
police
agent
had
given
to
him
on
his
entry
,
and
that
,
already
,
in
an
hour
's
time
,
had
swelled
to
voluminous
proportions
,
thanks
to
the
corrupt
espionage
of
which
"
the
accused
"
is
always
made
the
victim
.
"
My
name
is
Edmond
Dantes
,
"
replied
the
young
man
calmly
;
"
I
am
mate
of
the
Pharaon
,
belonging
to
Messrs.
Morrel
&
Son
.
"
