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THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO
When they had advanced about twenty yards, Danglars looked back and saw Fernand stoop, pick up the crumpled paper, and, putting it into his pocket, then rush out of the arbor toward Pillon.
"Well," said Caderousse, "why, what a lie he told! He said he was going to the Catalans, and he is going to the city. Halloo, Fernand! You are coming, my boy!"
"Oh, it is you who see wrong," said Danglars; "he's gone right by the road to the Vieilles Infirmeries."
"Well," said Caderousse, "I should have sworn that he turned to the right — how treacherous wine is!"
"Come, come," said Danglars to himself, "now the thing is well started, and there is nothing to be done but let it go on by itself."
