The jailer came over to him and walked round him, but Dantès appeared not to notice. He tapped him on the shoulder, and Dantès shuddered and shook his head. ‘Haven’t you slept?’ asked the jailer. ‘I don’t know,’ Dantès replied. The jailer looked at him in astonishment. ‘Aren’t you hungry?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Dantès replied again. ‘Do you want anything?’ ‘I want to see the governor.’
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