Abbe Faria:
Here, I have something to show you. My nook.
[taking various items out]
Abbe Faria:
My needle. Made from a fish bone. Like my chisel, made from one of the iron clamps on my bedstead. Like my pincers. And my knife. And my lamp.
Edmond Dantes:
A lamp needs oil.
Abbe Faria:
Which I make from the suet of the meat they give us on holidays.
Edmond Dantes:
How do you light your lamp?
Abbe Faria:
Oh, I claim to have a skin disease. I sometimes ask for sulfur to relieve the pain, from which I replenish my match.
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