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It was a long time before he had finished his tale. Haydee felt with him the horrors of his prison, she sobbed as he described the death of Faria, whom he called his spiritual father, and cried out in terror as she heard that the cemetery of Chateau d'If was the wide sea! Then he had dug out Faria's treasure.
It was empty, and Dantes emerged from the tunnel. The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If. On the bed, at full length, and faintly illuminated by the pale light that came from the window, lay a sack of canvas, and under its rude folds was stretched a long and stiffened form; it was Faria's last winding-sheet, a winding-sheet which, as the turnkey said, cost so little. Everything was in readiness.
As we have said, the inspector, from discretion, and that he might not disturb the Abbe Faria's pupil in his researches, had seated himself in a corner, and was reading Le Drapeau Blanc.
You are in possession of old Faria's secrets and science, but you are powerless against Death. You have triumphed over Villefort, Morcerf, Danglars, Benedetto and Maldar, but you cannot triumph over Death! Remember that you are only a man!
His name, or rather a plaintive voice which essayed to pronounce his name, reached him. He sat up in bed and a cold sweat broke out upon his brow. Undoubtedly the call came from Faria's dungeon. "Alas," murmured Edmond; "can it be?" He moved his bed, drew up the stone, rushed into the passage, and reached the opposite extremity; the secret entrance was open.
"But light?" "Here are two flints and a piece of burnt linen." "And matches?" "I pretended that I had a disorder of the skin, and asked for a little sulphur, which was readily supplied." Dantes laid the different things he had been looking at on the table, and stood with his head drooping on his breast, as though overwhelmed by the perseverance and strength of Faria's mind.
Gabriel Native Information respecting the Kasai and Quango The Trade with Luba Drainage of Londa Report of Matiamvo's Country and Government Senhor Faria's Present to a Chief The Balonda Mode of spending Time Faithless Guide Makololo lament the Ignorance of the Balonda Eagerness of the Villagers for Trade Civility of a Female Chief The Chief Bango and his People Refuse to eat Beef Ambition of Africans to have a Village Winters in the Interior Spring at Kolobeng White Ants: "Never could desire to eat any thing better" Young Herbage and Animals Valley of the Loembwe The white Man a Hobgoblin Specimen of Quarreling Eager Desire for Calico Want of Clothing at Kawawa's Funeral Observances Agreeable Intercourse with Kawawa His impudent Demand Unpleasant Parting Kawawa tries to prevent our crossing the River Kasai Stratagem.
The fresh earth excavated during their present work, and which would have entirely blocked up the old passage, was thrown, by degrees and with the utmost precaution, out of the window in either Faria's or Dantes' cell, the rubbish being first pulverized so finely that the night wind carried it far away without permitting the smallest trace to remain.
"For brandy," answered M. Morrel, his hand still on the cord. "It will revive her." "Never mind the brandy," returned the Count, as he took a small vial containing a red-looking fluid from his pocket and, opening Zuleika's mouth, poured eight drops of the liquid down her throat. "This is the Abbé Faria's elixir, a potent remedy that never yet failed of effect! It will work like a charm! See!
If you do escape, remember that the poor abbe, whom all the world called mad, was not so. Hasten to Monte Cristo avail yourself of the fortune for you have indeed suffered long enough." A violent convulsion attacked the old man. Dantes raised his head and saw Faria's eyes injected with blood. It seemed as if a flow of blood had ascended from the chest to the head.
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