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"
What
a
wrist
you
have
,
reverend
sir
!
"
said
Caderousse
,
stroking
his
arm
,
all
bruised
by
the
fleshy
pincers
which
had
held
it
;
"
what
a
wrist
!
"
"
Silence
!
God
gives
me
strength
to
overcome
a
wild
beast
like
you
;
in
the
name
of
that
God
I
act
--
remember
that
,
wretch
--
and
to
spare
thee
at
this
moment
is
still
serving
him
.
"
"
Oh
!
"
said
Caderousse
,
groaning
with
pain
.
"
Take
this
pen
and
paper
,
and
write
what
I
dictate
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
how
to
write
,
reverend
sir
.
"
"
You
lie
!
Take
this
pen
,
and
write
!
"
Caderousse
,
awed
by
the
superior
power
of
the
abbe
,
sat
down
and
wrote
:
--
Sir
--
The
man
whom
you
are
receiving
at
your
house
,
and
to
whom
you
intend
to
marry
your
daughter
,
is
a
felon
who
escaped
with
me
from
confinement
at
Toulon
.
He
was
No.
59
,
and
I
No.
58
.
He
was
called
Benedetto
,
but
he
is
ignorant
of
his
real
name
,
having
never
known
his
parents
.
"
Sign
it
!
"
continued
the
count
.
"
But
would
you
ruin
me
?
"
"
If
I
sought
your
ruin
,
fool
,
I
should
drag
you
to
the
first
guard-house
;
besides
,
when
that
note
is
delivered
,
in
all
probability
you
will
have
no
more
to
fear
.
Sign
it
,
then
!
"
