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sir." "It is nothing." "No; but then we are lodged, as you perceive." Monte Cristo looked at the room. They passed on to the third stage; it was the room of the telegraph. Monte Cristo looked in turns at the two iron handles by which the machine was worked. "It is very interesting," he said; "but it must be very tedious for a lifetime." "Yes. At first my neck was cramped with looking at it, but at the end of a year I became used to it; and then we have our hours of recreation, and our holidays when we have a fog." "Ah, to be sure." "Those are indeed holidays to me; I go into the garden, I plant, prune, trim, and kill the insects all day long." "How long have you been here?" "Ten years, and five as a supernumerary make fifteen." "You are--" "Fifty-five years old." "How long must you serve to claim the pension?" "Oh, sir, twenty-five years." "And how much is the pension?" "A hundred crowns." "Poor humanity!" murmured Monte Cristo. "What did you say, sir?" asked the man. "I was saying it was very interesting." "What was?" "All you were showing me. And you really understand none of these signals?" "None at all." "And have you never tried to understand them?" "Never. Why should I?" "But still there are some signals only addressed to you." "Certainly." "And do you understand them?" "They are always the same." "And they mean--" "_Nothing new_; _You have an hour_; or _To-morrow_." "This is simple enough," said the count; "but look! is not your correspondent putting himself in motion?" "Ah yes; thank you, sir." "And what is it saying--anything you understand?" "Yes; it asks if I am ready." "And you reply?" "By the same sign, which at the same time tells my right-hand correspondent that I am ready, while it gives notice to my left-hand correspondent to prepare in his turn." "It is very ingenious," said the count. "You will see," said the man, proudly; "in five minutes he will speak." "I have then five minutes," said Monte Cristo to himself; "it is more time than I require. My dear sir, will you allow me to ask you a question?" "What is it, sir?" "You are fond of gardening?" "Passionately." "And you would be pleased to have, instead of this terrace of twenty feet, an inclosure of two acres?" "Sir, I should make a terrestrial paradise of it." "You live badly on your thousand francs?" "Badly enough; but yet I do live." "Ye
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