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The sick man was not yet able to speak, but he pointed with evident anxiety towards the door.Dantes listened, and plainly distinguished the approaching steps of the jailer.

It was therefore near seven o'clock; but Edmond's anxiety had put all thoughts of time out of his head.The young man sprang to the entrance, darted through it, carefully drawing the stone over the opening, and hurried to his cell.He had scarcely done so before the door opened, and the jailer saw the prisoner seated as usual on the side of his bed.Almost before the key had turned in the lock, and before the departing steps of the jailer had died away in the long corridor he had to traverse, Dantes, whose restless anxiety concerning his friend left him no desire to touch the food brought him, hurried back to the abbe's chamber, and raising the stone by pressing his head against it, was soon beside the sick man's couch.Faria had now fully regained his consciousness, but he still lay helpless and exhausted.

"I did not expect to see you again," said he feebly, to Dantes.

"And why not?" asked the young man."Did you fancy yourself dying?""No, I had no such idea; but, knowing that all was ready for flight, I thought you might have made your escape." The deep glow of indignation suffused the cheeks of Dantes.

"Without you? Did you really think me capable of that?""At least," said the abbe, "I now see how wrong such an opinion would have been.Alas, alas! I am fearfully exhausted and debilitated by this attack.""Be of good cheer," replied Dantes; "your strength will return." And as he spoke he seated himself near the bed beside Faria, and took his hands.The abbe shook his head.

"The last attack I had," said he, "lasted but half an hour, and after it I was hungry, and got up without help; now Ican move neither my right arm nor leg, and my head seems uncomfortable, which shows that there has been a suffusion of blood on the brain.The third attack will either carry me off, or leave me paralyzed for life.""No, no," cried Dantes; "you are mistaken -- you will not die! And your third attack (if, indeed, you should have another) will find you at liberty.We shall save you another time, as we have done this, only with a better chance of success, because we shall be able to command every requisite assistance.""My good Edmond," answered the abbe, "be not deceived.The attack which has just passed away, condemns me forever to the walls of a prison.None can fly from a dungeon who cannot walk.""Well, we will wait, -- a week, a month, two months, if need be, -- and meanwhile your strength will return.Everything is in readiness for our flight, and we can select any time we choose.As soon as you feel able to swim we will go.""I shall never swim again," replied Faria."This arm is paralyzed; not for a time, but forever.Lift it, and judge if I am mistaken." The young man raised the arm, which fell back by its own weight, perfectly inanimate and helpless.Asigh escaped him.

"You are convinced now, Edmond, are you not?" asked the abbe."Depend upon it, I know what I say.Since the first attack I experienced of this malady, I have continually reflected on it.Indeed, I expected it, for it is a family inheritance; both my father and grandfather died of it in a third attack.The physician who prepared for me the remedy Ihave twice successfully taken, was no other than the celebrated Cabanis, and he predicted a similar end for me.""The physician may be mistaken!" exclaimed Dantes."And as for your poor arm, what difference will that make? I can take you on my shoulders, and swim for both of us.""My son," said the abbe, "you, who are a sailor and a swimmer, must know as well as I do that a man so loaded would sink before he had done fifty strokes.Cease, then, to allow yourself to be duped by vain hopes, that even your own excellent heart refuses to believe in.Here I shall remain till the hour of my deliverance arrives, and that, in all human probability, will be the hour of my death.As for you, who are young and active, delay not on my account, but fly -- go-I give you back your promise.""It is well," said Dantes."Then I shall also remain." Then, rising and extending his hand with an air of solemnity over the old man's head, he slowly added, "By the blood of Christ I swear never to leave you while you live."Faria gazed fondly on his noble-minded, single-hearted, high-principled young friend, and read in his countenance ample confirmation of the sincerity of his devotion and the loyalty of his purpose.

"Thanks," murmured the invalid, extending one hand."Iaccept.You may one of these days reap the reward of your disinterested devotion.But as I cannot, and you will not, quit this place, it becomes necessary to fill up the excavation beneath the soldier's gallery; he might, by chance, hear the hollow sound of his footsteps, and call the attention of his officer to the circumstance.That would bring about a discovery which would inevitably lead to our being separated.Go, then, and set about this work, in which, unhappily, I can offer you no assistance; keep at it all night, if necessary, and do not return here to-morrow till after the jailer his visited me.I shall have something of the greatest importance to communicate to you."Dantes took the hand of the abbe in his, and affectionately pressed it.Faria smiled encouragingly on him, and the young man retired to his task, in the spirit of obedience and respect which he had sworn to show towards his aged friend.