Граф Монте-Крісто

The Burglary.

           Caderousserose.

           "Whatawristyouhave,reverendsir!"saidCaderousse,strokinghisarm,allbruisedbythefleshypincerswhichhadheldit;"whatawrist!"

           "Silence!Godgivesmestrengthtoovercomeawildbeastlikeyou;inthenameofthatGodIactrememberthat,wretchandtosparetheeatthismomentisstillservinghim."

           "Oh!"saidCaderousse,groaningwithpain.

           "Takethispenandpaper,andwritewhatIdictate."

           "Idon’tknowhowtowrite,reverendsir."

           "Youlie!Takethispen,andwrite!"Caderousse,awedbythesuperiorpoweroftheabbe,satdownandwrote:—

           SirThemanwhomyouarereceivingatyourhouse,andtowhomyouintendtomarryyourdaughter,isafelonwhoescapedwithmefromconfinementatToulon.HewasNo.59,andINo.58.HewascalledBenedetto,butheisignorantofhisrealname,havingneverknownhisparents.

           "Signit!"continuedthecount.

           "Butwouldyouruinme?"

           "IfIsoughtyourruin,fool,Ishoulddragyoutothefirstguard-house;besides,whenthatnoteisdelivered,inallprobabilityyouwillhavenomoretofear.Signit,then!"

           Caderoussesignedit."Theaddress,‘TomonsieurtheBaronDanglars,banker,RuedelaChausseed’Antin.’"Caderoussewrotetheaddress.Theabbetookthenote.

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