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 into those wide-
open eyes which had seemed to be penetrating the mysteries of death; no
longer could he clasp the hand which had done so much to make his
existence blessed. Faria, the beneficent and cheerful companion, with
whom he was accustomed to live so intimately, no longer breathed. He
seated himself on the edge of that terrible bed, and
