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THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO
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and was drinking it with so much composure, that his suspicions, if he had any, died away.
"Pretty strong rum!" said Dantès, wiping his brow with his sleeve.
"At any rate," murmured the captain, "if it be, so much the better, for I have made a rare acquisition."
Jacopo.
Under pretense of being fatigued, Dantès asked to take the helm; the steersman, enchanted to be relieved, looked at the captain, and the latter by a sign indicated that he might abandon it to his new comrade. Dantès could thus keep his eyes on Marseilles.
