Volume 1, Chapter 22: The Smugglers

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠Dantès had not been a day on board before he had a very clear idea of the men with whom his lot had been cast. Without having been in the school of the Abbé Faria, the worthy master of La Jeune Amélie (the name of the Genoese tartan) knew a smattering of all the tongues spoken on the shores of that large lake called the Mediterranean, from the Arabic to the Provençal, and this, while it spared him