Volume 1, Chapter 20: The Cemetery of the Château d’If

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​⁠On the bed, at full length, and faintly illuminated by the pale light that came from the window, lay a sack of canvas, and under its rude folds was stretched a long and stiffened form; it was Faria’s last winding-sheet,—a winding-sheet which, as the turnkey said, cost so little. Everything was in readiness. A barrier had been placed between Dantès and his old friend. No longer could Edmond look in