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At
this
moment
the
boat
came
to
a
landing
with
a
violent
shock
.
One
of
the
sailors
leaped
on
shore
,
a
cord
creaked
as
it
ran
through
a
pulley
,
and
Dantes
guessed
they
were
at
the
end
of
the
voyage
,
and
that
they
were
mooring
the
boat
.
His
guards
,
taking
him
by
the
arms
and
coat-collar
,
forced
him
to
rise
,
and
dragged
him
towards
the
steps
that
lead
to
the
gate
of
the
fortress
,
while
the
police
officer
carrying
a
musket
with
fixed
bayonet
followed
behind
.
Dantes
made
no
resistance
;
he
was
like
a
man
in
a
dream
:
he
saw
soldiers
drawn
up
on
the
embankment
;
he
knew
vaguely
that
he
was
ascending
a
flight
of
steps
;
he
was
conscious
that
he
passed
through
a
door
,
and
that
the
door
closed
behind
him
;
but
all
this
indistinctly
as
through
a
mist
.
He
did
not
even
see
the
ocean
,
that
terrible
barrier
against
freedom
,
which
the
prisoners
look
upon
with
utter
despair
.
They
halted
for
a
minute
,
during
which
he
strove
to
collect
his
thoughts
.
He
looked
around
;
he
was
in
a
court
surrounded
by
high
walls
;
he
heard
the
measured
tread
of
sentinels
,
and
as
they
passed
before
the
light
he
saw
the
barrels
of
their
muskets
shine
.
They
waited
upwards
of
ten
minutes
.
Certain
Dantes
could
not
escape
,
the
gendarmes
released
him
.
They
seemed
awaiting
orders
.
The
orders
came
.
"
Where
is
the
prisoner
?
"
said
a
voice
.
"
Here
,
"
replied
the
gendarmes
.
"
Let
him
follow
me
;
I
will
take
him
to
his
cell
.
"
"
Go
!
"
said
the
gendarmes
,
thrusting
Dantes
forward
.
