The Count of Monte Cristo

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"And here is your fowl." Danglars sighed while he carved the fowl;
it appeared very thin for the price it had cost. As for Peppino, he
examined the paper attentively, put it into his pocket, and continued
eating his pease.



Chapter 116. The Pardon.

The next day Danglars was again hungry; certainly the air of that
dungeon was very provocative of appetite. The prisoner expected that
he would be at no expense that day, for like an economical man he had
concealed half of his fowl and a piece of the bread in the corner of his
cell. But he had no sooner eaten than he felt thirsty; he had forgotten
that. He struggled against his thirst till his tongue clave to the
roof of his mouth; then, no longer able to resist, he called out. The
sentinel opened the door; it was a new face. He thought it would be