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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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Then
Caderousse
sat
astride
the
coping
,
and
drawing
up
his
ladder
passed
it
over
the
wall
;
then
he
began
to
descend
,
or
rather
to
slide
down
by
the
two
stanchions
,
which
he
did
with
an
ease
which
proved
how
accustomed
he
was
to
the
exercise
.
But
,
once
started
,
he
could
not
stop
.
In
vain
did
he
see
a
man
start
from
the
shadow
when
he
was
halfway
down
--
in
vain
did
he
see
an
arm
raised
as
he
touched
the
ground
.
Before
he
could
defend
himself
that
arm
struck
him
so
violently
in
the
back
that
he
let
go
the
ladder
,
crying
,
"
Help
!
"
A
second
blow
struck
him
almost
immediately
in
the
side
,
and
he
fell
,
calling
,
"
Help
,
murder
!
"
Then
,
as
he
rolled
on
the
ground
,
his
adversary
seized
him
by
the
hair
,
and
struck
him
a
third
blow
in
the
chest
.
This
time
Caderousse
endeavored
to
call
again
,
but
he
could
only
utter
a
groan
,
and
he
shuddered
as
the
blood
flowed
from
his
three
wounds
.
The
assassin
,
finding
that
he
no
longer
cried
out
,
lifted
his
head
up
by
the
hair
;
his
eyes
were
closed
,
and
the
mouth
was
distorted
.
The
murderer
,
supposing
him
dead
,
let
fall
his
head
and
disappeared
.
Then
Caderousse
,
feeling
that
he
was
leaving
him
,
raised
himself
on
his
elbow
,
and
with
a
dying
voice
cried
with
great
effort
,
"
Murder
!
I
am
dying
!
Help
,
reverend
sir
--
help
!
"
This
mournful
appeal
pierced
the
darkness
.
The
door
of
the
back-staircase
opened
,
then
the
side-gate
of
the
garden
,
and
Ali
and
his
master
were
on
the
spot
with
lights
.
Caderousse
continued
to
call
piteously
,
"
Help
,
reverend
sir
,
help
!
"
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
asked
Monte
Cristo
.
"
Help
,
"
cried
Caderousse
;
"
I
am
murdered
!
"
"
We
are
here
;
--
take
courage
.
"
"
Ah
,
it
's
all
over
!
You
are
come
too
late
--
you
are
come
to
see
me
die
.
What
blows
,
what
blood
!
"
He
fainted
.
Ali
and
his
master
conveyed
the
wounded
man
into
a
room
.
Monte
Cristo
motioned
to
Ali
to
undress
him
,
and
he
then
examined
his
dreadful
wounds
.
"
My
God
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
"
thy
vengeance
is
sometimes
delayed
,
but
only
that
it
may
fall
the
more
effectually
.
"
Ali
looked
at
his
master
for
further
instructions
.
"
Bring
here
immediately
the
king
's
attorney
,
M.
de
Villefort
,
who
lives
in
the
Faubourg
St.
Honore
.
As
you
pass
the
lodge
,
wake
the
porter
,
and
send
him
for
a
surgeon
.
"
Ali
obeyed
,
leaving
the
abbe
alone
with
Caderousse
,
who
had
not
yet
revived
.
When
the
wretched
man
again
opened
his
eyes
,
the
count
looked
at
him
with
a
mournful
expression
of
pity
,
and
his
lips
moved
as
if
in
prayer
.
"
A
surgeon
,
reverend
sir
--
a
surgeon
!
"
said
Caderousse
.
"
I
have
sent
for
one
,
"
replied
the
abbe
.
"
I
know
he
can
not
save
my
life
,
but
he
may
strengthen
me
to
give
my
evidence
.
"
