The Hand of God.

           Caderoussecontinuedtocallpiteously,"Help,reverendsir,help!"

           "Whatisthematter?"askedMonteCristo.

           "Help,"criedCaderousse;"Iammurdered!"

           "Wearehere;takecourage."

           "Ah,it’sallover!Youarecometoolateyouarecometoseemedie.Whatblows,whatblood!"Hefainted.Aliandhismasterconveyedthewoundedmanintoaroom.MonteCristomotionedtoAlitoundresshim,andhethenexaminedhisdreadfulwounds."MyGod!"heexclaimed,"thyvengeanceissometimesdelayed,butonlythatitmayfallthemoreeffectually."Alilookedathismasterforfurtherinstructions."Bringhereimmediatelytheking’sattorney,M.deVillefort,wholivesintheFaubourgSt.Honore.Asyoupassthelodge,waketheporter,andsendhimforasurgeon."Aliobeyed,leavingtheabbealonewithCaderousse,whohadnotyetrevived.

           Whenthewretchedmanagainopenedhiseyes,thecountlookedathimwithamournfulexpressionofpity,andhislipsmovedasifinprayer."Asurgeon,reverendsirasurgeon!"saidCaderousse.

           "Ihavesentforone,"repliedtheabbe.

           "Iknowhecannotsavemylife,buthemaystrengthenmetogivemyevidence."

           "Againstwhom?"

           "Againstmymurderer."

           "Didyourecognizehim?"

           "Yes;itwasBenedetto."

           "TheyoungCorsican?"

           "Himself."

           "Yourcomrade?"

           "Yes.

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