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"
God
's
justice
!
Speak
not
of
it
,
reverend
sir
.
If
God
were
just
,
you
know
how
many
would
be
punished
who
now
escape
.
"
"
Patience
,
"
said
the
abbe
,
in
a
tone
which
made
the
dying
man
shudder
;
"
have
patience
!
"
Caderousse
looked
at
him
with
amazement
.
"
Besides
,
"
said
the
abbe
,
"
God
is
merciful
to
all
,
as
he
has
been
to
you
;
he
is
first
a
father
,
then
a
judge
.
"
"
Do
you
then
believe
in
God
?
"
said
Caderousse
.
"
Had
I
been
so
unhappy
as
not
to
believe
in
him
until
now
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
I
must
believe
on
seeing
you
.
"
Caderousse
raised
his
clinched
hands
towards
heaven
.
"
Listen
,
"
said
the
abbe
,
extending
his
hand
over
the
wounded
man
,
as
if
to
command
him
to
believe
;
"
this
is
what
the
God
in
whom
,
on
your
death-bed
,
you
refuse
to
believe
,
has
done
for
you
--
he
gave
you
health
,
strength
,
regular
employment
,
even
friends
--
a
life
,
in
fact
,
which
a
man
might
enjoy
with
a
calm
conscience
.
Instead
of
improving
these
gifts
,
rarely
granted
so
abundantly
,
this
has
been
your
course
--
you
have
given
yourself
up
to
sloth
and
drunkenness
,
and
in
a
fit
of
intoxication
have
ruined
your
best
friend
.
"
"
Help
!
"
cried
Caderousse
;
"
I
require
a
surgeon
,
not
a
priest
;
perhaps
I
am
not
mortally
wounded
--
I
may
not
die
;
perhaps
they
can
yet
save
my
life
.
"
"
Your
wounds
are
so
far
mortal
that
,
without
the
three
drops
I
gave
you
,
you
would
now
be
dead
.
Listen
,
then
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
murmured
Caderousse
,
"
what
a
strange
priest
you
are
;
you
drive
the
dying
to
despair
,
instead
of
consoling
them
.
"
