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"
Why
not
?
"
"
Because
you
would
bring
us
to
ruin
.
"
"
And
you
think
that
to
save
such
villains
as
you
I
will
become
an
abettor
of
their
plot
,
an
accomplice
in
their
crimes
?
"
"
Reverend
sir
,
"
said
Caderousse
,
drawing
still
nearer
.
"
I
will
expose
all
.
"
"
To
whom
?
"
"
To
M.
Danglars
.
"
"
By
heaven
!
"
cried
Caderousse
,
drawing
from
his
waistcoat
an
open
knife
,
and
striking
the
count
in
the
breast
,
"
you
shall
disclose
nothing
,
reverend
sir
!
"
To
Caderousse
's
great
astonishment
,
the
knife
,
instead
of
piercing
the
count
's
breast
,
flew
back
blunted
.
At
the
same
moment
the
count
seized
with
his
left
hand
the
assassin
's
wrist
,
and
wrung
it
with
such
strength
that
the
knife
fell
from
his
stiffened
fingers
,
and
Caderousse
uttered
a
cry
of
pain
.
But
the
count
,
disregarding
his
cry
,
continued
to
wring
the
bandit
's
wrist
,
until
,
his
arm
being
dislocated
,
he
fell
first
on
his
knees
,
then
flat
on
the
floor
.
The
count
then
placed
his
foot
on
his
head
,
saying
,
"
I
know
not
what
restrains
me
from
crushing
thy
skull
,
rascal
.
"
"
Ah
,
mercy
--
mercy
!
"
cried
Caderousse
.
The
count
withdrew
his
foot
.
"
Rise
!
"
said
he
.
Caderousse
rose
.
