Граф Монте-Крісто

The Hand of God.

           Haditbeenpossibletosaveyou,IshouldhaveconsidereditanotherproofofGod’smercy,andIwouldagainhaveendeavoredtorestoreyou,Iswearbymyfather’stomb."

           "Byyourfather’stomb!"saidCaderousse,supportedbyasupernaturalpower,andhalf-raisinghimselftoseemoredistinctlythemanwhohadjusttakentheoathwhichallmenholdsacred;"who,then,areyou?"Thecounthadwatchedtheapproachofdeath.Heknewthiswasthelaststruggle.Heapproachedthedyingman,and,leaningoverhimwithacalmandmelancholylook,hewhispered,"IamIam"—Andhisalmostclosedlipsutteredanamesolowthatthecounthimselfappearedafraidtohearit.Caderousse,whohadraisedhimselfonhisknees,andstretchedouthisarm,triedtodrawback,thenclaspinghishands,andraisingthemwithadesperateeffort,"OmyGod,myGod!"saidhe,"pardonmeforhavingdeniedthee;thoudostexist,thouartindeedman’sfatherinheaven,andhisjudgeonearth.MyGod,myLord,Ihavelongdespisedthee!Pardonme,myGod;receiveme,OmyLord!"Caderoussesigheddeeply,andfellbackwithagroan.Thebloodnolongerflowedfromhiswounds.Hewasdead.

           "One!"saidthecountmysteriously,hiseyesfixedonthecorpse,disfiguredbysoawfuladeath.Tenminutesafterwardsthesurgeonandtheprocureurarrived,theoneaccompaniedbytheporter,theotherbyAli,andwerereceivedbytheAbbeBusoni,whowasprayingbythesideofthecorpse.

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