Volume 1, Chapter 25: The Unknown

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​⁠Day, for which Dantès had so eagerly and impatiently waited with open eyes, again dawned. With the first light Dantès resumed his search. Again he climbed the rocky height he had ascended the previous evening, and strained his view to catch every peculiarity of the landscape; but it wore the same wild, barren aspect when seen by the rays of the morning sun which it had done when surveyed by the fa