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Rh fools who will not believe me! You will not accept my gold; I will keep it for myself. You refuse me my liberty; God will give it me. Go! I have no more to say." And the abbé, casting away his coverlid, resumed his place and continued his calculations.

"What is he doing there?" said the inspector.

"Counting his treasures," replied the governor.

Faria replied to this sarcasm by a glance of profound contempt. They left the dungeon, and the door closed behind them.

"He has been wealthy once, perhaps," said the inspector.