Граф Монте-Крісто

The Hand of God.

           HelodgesattheHoteldesPrinces.Oh,Iamdying!"Heagainfainted.Theabbemadehimsmellthecontentsofthephial,andheagainopenedhiseyes.Hisdesireforrevengehadnotforsakenhim.

           "Ah,youwilltellallIhavesaid,willyounot,reverendsir?"

           "Yes,andmuchmore."

           "Whatmorewillyousay?"

           "Iwillsayhehaddoubtlessgivenyoutheplanofthishouse,inthehopethecountwouldkillyou.Iwillsay,likewise,hehadapprisedthecount,byanote,ofyourintention,and,thecountbeingabsent,Ireadthenoteandsatuptoawaityou."

           "Andhewillbeguillotined,willbenot?"saidCaderousse."Promisemethat,andIwilldiewiththathope."

           "Iwillsay,"continuedthecount,"thathefollowedandwatchedyouthewholetime,andwhenhesawyouleavethehouse,rantotheangleofthewalltoconcealhimself."

           "Didyouseeallthat?"

           "Remembermywords:‘Ifyoureturnhomesafely,IshallbelieveGodhasforgivenyou,andIwillforgiveyoualso.’"

           "Andyoudidnotwarnme!"criedCaderousse,raisinghimselfonhiselbows."YouknewIshouldbekilledonleavingthishouse,anddidnotwarnme!"

           "No;forIsawGod’sjusticeplacedinthehandsofBenedetto,andshouldhavethoughtitsacrilegetoopposethedesignsofprovidence."

           "God’sjustice!Speaknotofit,reverendsir.

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