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The Pardon.

           

           "AreyounotaChristian?"hesaid,fallingonhisknees."Doyouwishtoassassinateamanwho,intheeyesofheaven,isabrother?Oh,myformerfriends,myformerfriends!"hemurmured,andfellwithhisfacetotheground.Thenrisingindespair,heexclaimed,"Thechief,thechief!"

           "HereIam,"saidVampa,instantlyappearing;"whatdoyouwant?"

           "Takemylastgold,"mutteredDanglars,holdingouthispocket-book,"andletmelivehere;IasknomoreforlibertyIonlyasktolive!"

           "Thenyousufferagreatdeal?"

           "Oh,yes,yes,cruelly!"

           "Still,therehavebeenmenwhosufferedmorethanyou."

           "Idonotthinkso."

           "Yes;thosewhohavediedofhunger."

           Danglarsthoughtoftheoldmanwhom,inhishoursofdelirium,hehadseengroaningonhisbed.Hestruckhisforeheadonthegroundandgroaned."Yes,"hesaid,"therehavebeensomewhohavesufferedmorethanIhave,butthentheymusthavebeenmartyrsatleast."

           "Doyourepent?"askedadeep,solemnvoice,whichcausedDanglars’hairtostandonend.Hisfeebleeyesendeavoredtodistinguishobjects,andbehindthebandithesawamanenvelopedinacloak,halflostintheshadowofastonecolumn.

           "OfwhatmustIrepent?"stammeredDanglars.

           "Oftheevilyouhavedone,"saidthevoice.

           "Oh,yes;oh,yes,Idoindeedrepent.

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