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"
None
at
all
.
"
"
That
is
impossible
.
"
"
I
swear
to
you
it
is
true
.
Tell
me
,
I
entreat
.
"
"
But
my
orders
.
"
"
Your
orders
do
not
forbid
your
telling
me
what
I
must
know
in
ten
minutes
,
in
half
an
hour
,
or
an
hour
.
You
see
I
can
not
escape
,
even
if
I
intended
.
"
"
Unless
you
are
blind
,
or
have
never
been
outside
the
harbor
,
you
must
know
.
"
"
I
do
not
.
"
"
Look
round
you
then
.
"
Dantes
rose
and
looked
forward
,
when
he
saw
rise
within
a
hundred
yards
of
him
the
black
and
frowning
rock
on
which
stands
the
Chateau
d'If
.
This
gloomy
fortress
,
which
has
for
more
than
three
hundred
years
furnished
food
for
so
many
wild
legends
,
seemed
to
Dantes
like
a
scaffold
to
a
malefactor
.
"
The
Chateau
d'If
?
"
cried
he
,
"
what
are
we
going
there
for
?
"
The
gendarme
smiled
.
"
I
am
not
going
there
to
be
imprisoned
,
"
said
Dantes
;
"
it
is
only
used
for
political
prisoners
.
I
have
committed
no
crime
.
Are
there
any
magistrates
or
judges
at
the
Chateau
d'If
?
"
