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"
Listen
,
"
continued
the
abbe
.
"
When
you
had
betrayed
your
friend
God
began
not
to
strike
,
but
to
warn
you
.
Poverty
overtook
you
.
You
had
already
passed
half
your
life
in
coveting
that
which
you
might
have
honorably
acquired
;
and
already
you
contemplated
crime
under
the
excuse
of
want
,
when
God
worked
a
miracle
in
your
behalf
,
sending
you
,
by
my
hands
,
a
fortune
--
brilliant
,
indeed
,
for
you
,
who
had
never
possessed
any
.
But
this
unexpected
,
unhoped-for
,
unheard-of
fortune
sufficed
you
no
longer
when
you
once
possessed
it
;
you
wished
to
double
it
,
and
how
?
--
by
a
murder
!
You
succeeded
,
and
then
God
snatched
it
from
you
,
and
brought
you
to
justice
.
"
"
It
was
not
I
who
wished
to
kill
the
Jew
,
"
said
Caderousse
;
"
it
was
La
Carconte
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
and
God
--
I
can
not
say
in
justice
,
for
his
justice
would
have
slain
you
--
but
God
,
in
his
mercy
,
spared
your
life
.
"
"
Pardieu
,
to
transport
me
for
life
,
how
merciful
!
"
"
You
thought
it
a
mercy
then
,
miserable
wretch
!
The
coward
who
feared
death
rejoiced
at
perpetual
disgrace
;
for
like
all
galley-slaves
,
you
said
,
'
I
may
escape
from
prison
,
I
can
not
from
the
grave
.
'
And
you
said
truly
;
the
way
was
opened
for
you
unexpectedly
.
An
Englishman
visited
Toulon
,
who
had
vowed
to
rescue
two
men
from
infamy
,
and
his
choice
fell
on
you
and
your
companion
.
You
received
a
second
fortune
,
money
and
tranquillity
were
restored
to
you
,
and
you
,
who
had
been
condemned
to
a
felon
's
life
,
might
live
as
other
men
.
Then
,
wretched
creature
,
then
you
tempted
God
a
third
time
.
'
I
have
not
enough
,
'
you
said
,
when
you
had
more
than
you
before
possessed
,
and
you
committed
a
third
crime
,
without
reason
,
without
excuse
.
God
is
wearied
;
he
has
punished
you
.
"
Caderousse
was
fast
sinking
.
"
Give
me
drink
,
"
said
he
:
"
I
thirst
--
I
burn
!
"
Monte
Cristo
gave
him
a
glass
of
water
.
"
And
yet
that
villain
,
Benedetto
,
will
escape
!
"
"
No
one
,
I
tell
you
,
will
escape
;
Benedetto
will
be
punished
.
"
"
Then
,
you
,
too
,
will
be
punished
,
for
you
did
not
do
your
duty
as
a
priest
--
you
should
have
prevented
Benedetto
from
killing
me
.
"
"
I
?
"
said
the
count
,
with
a
smile
which
petrified
the
dying
man
,
"
when
you
had
just
broken
your
knife
against
the
coat
of
mail
which
protected
my
breast
!
Yet
perhaps
if
I
had
found
you
humble
and
penitent
,
I
might
have
prevented
Benedetto
from
killing
you
;
but
I
found
you
proud
and
blood-thirsty
,
and
I
left
you
in
the
hands
of
God
.
"
"
I
do
not
believe
there
is
a
God
,
"
howled
Caderousse
;
"
you
do
not
believe
it
;
you
lie
--
you
lie
!
"
