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"
I
swear
it
.
"
Villefort
rang
.
A
police
agent
entered
.
Villefort
whispered
some
words
in
his
ear
,
to
which
the
officer
replied
by
a
motion
of
his
head
.
"
Follow
him
,
"
said
Villefort
to
Dantes
.
Dantes
saluted
Villefort
and
retired
.
Hardly
had
the
door
closed
when
Villefort
threw
himself
half-fainting
into
a
chair
.
"
Alas
,
alas
,
"
murmured
he
,
"
if
the
procureur
himself
had
been
at
Marseilles
I
should
have
been
ruined
.
This
accursed
letter
would
have
destroyed
all
my
hopes
.
Oh
,
my
father
,
must
your
past
career
always
interfere
with
my
successes
?
"
Suddenly
a
light
passed
over
his
face
,
a
smile
played
round
his
set
mouth
,
and
his
haggard
eyes
were
fixed
in
thought
"
This
will
do
,
"
said
he
,
"
and
from
this
letter
,
which
might
have
ruined
me
,
I
will
make
my
fortune
.
Now
to
the
work
I
have
in
hand
.
"
And
after
having
assured
himself
that
the
prisoner
was
gone
,
the
deputy
procureur
hastened
to
the
house
of
his
betrothed
.
The
commissary
of
police
,
as
he
traversed
the
ante-chamber
,
made
a
sign
to
two
gendarmes
,
who
placed
themselves
one
on
Dantes
'
right
and
the
other
on
his
left
.
A
door
that
communicated
with
the
Palais
de
Justice
was
opened
,
and
they
went
through
a
long
range
of
gloomy
corridors
,
whose
appearance
might
have
made
even
the
boldest
shudder
.
The
Palais
de
Justice
communicated
with
the
prison
--
a
sombre
edifice
,
that
from
its
grated
windows
looks
on
the
clock-tower
of
the
Accoules
.
After
numberless
windings
,
Dantes
saw
a
door
with
an
iron
wicket
.
The
commissary
took
up
an
iron
mallet
and
knocked
thrice
,
every
blow
seeming
to
Dantes
as
if
struck
on
his
heart
.
The
door
opened
,
the
two
gendarmes
gently
pushed
him
forward
,
and
the
door
closed
with
a
loud
sound
behind
him
.
The
air
he
inhaled
was
no
longer
pure
,
but
thick
and
mephitic
--
he
was
in
prison
.
He
was
conducted
to
a
tolerably
neat
chamber
,
but
grated
and
barred
,
and
its
appearance
,
therefore
,
did
not
greatly
alarm
him
;
besides
,
the
words
of
Villefort
,
who
seemed
to
interest
himself
so
much
,
resounded
still
in
his
ears
like
a
promise
of
freedom
.
It
was
four
o'clock
when
Dantes
was
placed
in
this
chamber
.
It
was
,
as
we
have
said
,
the
1st
of
March
,
and
the
prisoner
was
soon
buried
in
darkness
.
The
obscurity
augmented
the
acuteness
of
his
hearing
;
at
the
slightest
sound
he
rose
and
hastened
to
the
door
,
convinced
they
were
about
to
liberate
him
,
but
the
sound
died
away
,
and
Dantes
sank
again
into
his
seat
.
At
last
,
about
ten
o'clock
,
and
just
as
Dantes
began
to
despair
,
steps
were
heard
in
the
corridor
,
a
key
turned
in
the
lock
,
the
bolts
creaked
,
the
massy
oaken
door
flew
open
,
and
a
flood
of
light
from
two
torches
pervaded
the
apartment
.
By
the
torchlight
Dantes
saw
the
glittering
sabres
and
carbines
of
four
gendarmes
.
He
had
advanced
at
first
,
but
stopped
at
the
sight
of
this
display
of
force
.
"
Are
you
come
to
fetch
me
?
"
asked
he
.
"
Yes
,
"
replied
a
gendarme
.
"
By
the
orders
of
the
deputy
procureur
?
"
