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The
prisoner
followed
his
guide
,
who
led
him
into
a
room
almost
under
ground
,
whose
bare
and
reeking
walls
seemed
as
though
impregnated
with
tears
;
a
lamp
placed
on
a
stool
illumined
the
apartment
faintly
,
and
showed
Dantes
the
features
of
his
conductor
,
an
under-jailer
,
ill-clothed
,
and
of
sullen
appearance
.
"
Here
is
your
chamber
for
to-night
,
"
said
he
.
"
It
is
late
,
and
the
governor
is
asleep
.
To-morrow
,
perhaps
,
he
may
change
you
.
In
the
meantime
there
is
bread
,
water
,
and
fresh
straw
;
and
that
is
all
a
prisoner
can
wish
for
.
Goodnight
.
"
And
before
Dantes
could
open
his
mouth
--
before
he
had
noticed
where
the
jailer
placed
his
bread
or
the
water
--
before
he
had
glanced
towards
the
corner
where
the
straw
was
,
the
jailer
disappeared
,
taking
with
him
the
lamp
and
closing
the
door
,
leaving
stamped
upon
the
prisoner
's
mind
the
dim
reflection
of
the
dripping
walls
of
his
dungeon
.
Dantes
was
alone
in
darkness
and
in
silence
--
cold
as
the
shadows
that
he
felt
breathe
on
his
burning
forehead
.
With
the
first
dawn
of
day
the
jailer
returned
,
with
orders
to
leave
Dantes
where
he
was
.
He
found
the
prisoner
in
the
same
position
,
as
if
fixed
there
,
his
eyes
swollen
with
weeping
.
He
had
passed
the
night
standing
,
and
without
sleep
.
The
jailer
advanced
;
Dantes
appeared
not
to
perceive
him
.
He
touched
him
on
the
shoulder
.
Edmond
started
.
"
Have
you
not
slept
?
"
said
the
jailer
.
"
I
do
not
know
,
"
replied
Dantes
.
The
jailer
stared
.
"
Are
you
hungry
?
"
continued
he
.
"
I
do
not
know
.
"
"
Do
you
wish
for
anything
?
"
"
I
wish
to
see
the
governor
.
"
The
jailer
shrugged
his
shoulders
and
left
the
chamber
.
