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 fading glimmer of
eve.
Descending into the grotto, he lifted the stone, filled his pockets with
gems, put the box together as well and securely as he could, sprinkled
fresh sand over the spot from which it had been taken, and then
carefully trod down the earth to give it everywhere a uniform
appearance; then, quitting the grotto, he replaced the stone, heaping on
