Граф Монте-Крісто

The Hand of God.

           IfGodwerejust,youknowhowmanywouldbepunishedwhonowescape."

           "Patience,"saidtheabbe,inatonewhichmadethedyingmanshudder;"havepatience!"Caderousselookedathimwithamazement."Besides,"saidtheabbe,"Godismercifultoall,ashehasbeentoyou;heisfirstafather,thenajudge."

           "DoyouthenbelieveinGod?"saidCaderousse.

           "HadIbeensounhappyasnottobelieveinhimuntilnow,"saidMonteCristo,"Imustbelieveonseeingyou."Caderousseraisedhisclinchedhandstowardsheaven.

           "Listen,"saidtheabbe,extendinghishandoverthewoundedman,asiftocommandhimtobelieve;"thisiswhattheGodinwhom,onyourdeath-bed,yourefusetobelieve,hasdoneforyouhegaveyouhealth,strength,regularemployment,evenfriendsalife,infact,whichamanmightenjoywithacalmconscience.Insteadofimprovingthesegifts,rarelygrantedsoabundantly,thishasbeenyourcourseyouhavegivenyourselfuptoslothanddrunkenness,andinafitofintoxicationhaveruinedyourbestfriend."

           "Help!"criedCaderousse;"Irequireasurgeon,notapriest;perhapsIamnotmortallywoundedImaynotdie;perhapstheycanyetsavemylife."

           "Yourwoundsaresofarmortalthat,withoutthethreedropsIgaveyou,youwouldnowbedead.Listen,then."

           "Ah,"murmuredCaderousse,"whatastrangepriestyouare;youdrivethedyingtodespair,insteadofconsolingthem.

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