Volume 1, Chapter 16: A Learned Italian

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌⁠Seizing in his arms the friend so long and ardently desired, Dantès almost carried him towards the window, in order to obtain a better view of his features by the aid of the imperfect light that struggled through the grating.

He was a man of small stature, with hair blanched rather by suffering and sorrow than by age. He had a deep-set, penetrating eye, almost buried beneath the thick gray eyebrow,