Граф Монте-Крісто

The Hand of God.

           Then,wretchedcreature,thenyoutemptedGodathirdtime.‘Ihavenotenough,’yousaid,whenyouhadmorethanyoubeforepossessed,andyoucommittedathirdcrime,withoutreason,withoutexcuse.Godiswearied;hehaspunishedyou."Caderoussewasfastsinking."Givemedrink,"saidhe:"IthirstIburn!"MonteCristogavehimaglassofwater."Andyetthatvillain,Benedetto,willescape!"

           "Noone,Itellyou,willescape;Benedettowillbepunished."

           "Then,you,too,willbepunished,foryoudidnotdoyourdutyasapriestyoushouldhavepreventedBenedettofromkillingme."

           "I?"saidthecount,withasmilewhichpetrifiedthedyingman,"whenyouhadjustbrokenyourknifeagainstthecoatofmailwhichprotectedmybreast!YetperhapsifIhadfoundyouhumbleandpenitent,ImighthavepreventedBenedettofromkillingyou;butIfoundyouproudandblood-thirsty,andIleftyouinthehandsofGod."

           "IdonotbelievethereisaGod,"howledCaderousse;"youdonotbelieveit;youlieyoulie!"

           "Silence,"saidtheabbe;"youwillforcethelastdropofbloodfromyourveins.What!youdonotbelieveinGodwhenheisstrikingyoudead?youwillnotbelieveinhim,whorequiresbutaprayer,aword,atear,andhewillforgive?God,whomighthavedirectedtheassassin’sdaggersoastoendyourcareerinamoment,hasgivenyouthisquarterofanhourforrepentance.Reflect,then,wretchedman,andrepent.

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