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"
Silence
,
"
said
the
abbe
;
"
you
will
force
the
last
drop
of
blood
from
your
veins
.
What
!
you
do
not
believe
in
God
when
he
is
striking
you
dead
?
you
will
not
believe
in
him
,
who
requires
but
a
prayer
,
a
word
,
a
tear
,
and
he
will
forgive
?
God
,
who
might
have
directed
the
assassin
's
dagger
so
as
to
end
your
career
in
a
moment
,
has
given
you
this
quarter
of
an
hour
for
repentance
.
Reflect
,
then
,
wretched
man
,
and
repent
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Caderousse
,
"
no
;
I
will
not
repent
.
There
is
no
God
;
there
is
no
providence
--
all
comes
by
chance
.
"
--
"
There
is
a
providence
;
there
is
a
God
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
of
whom
you
are
a
striking
proof
,
as
you
lie
in
utter
despair
,
denying
him
,
while
I
stand
before
you
,
rich
,
happy
,
safe
and
entreating
that
God
in
whom
you
endeavor
not
to
believe
,
while
in
your
heart
you
still
believe
in
him
.
"
"
But
who
are
you
,
then
?
"
asked
Caderousse
,
fixing
his
dying
eyes
on
the
count
.
"
Look
well
at
me
!
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
putting
the
light
near
his
face
.
"
Well
,
the
abbe
--
the
Abbe
Busoni
.
"
Monte
Cristo
took
off
the
wig
which
disfigured
him
,
and
let
fall
his
black
hair
,
which
added
so
much
to
the
beauty
of
his
pallid
features
.
"
Oh
?
"
said
Caderousse
,
thunderstruck
,
"
but
for
that
black
hair
,
I
should
say
you
were
the
Englishman
,
Lord
Wilmore
.
"
"
I
am
neither
the
Abbe
Busoni
nor
Lord
Wilmore
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
;
"
think
again
--
do
you
not
recollect
me
?
"
Those
was
a
magic
effect
in
the
count
's
words
,
which
once
more
revived
the
exhausted
powers
of
the
miserable
man
.
"
Yes
,
indeed
,
"
said
he
;
"
I
think
I
have
seen
you
and
known
you
formerly
.
"
"
Yes
,
Caderousse
,
you
have
seen
me
;
you
knew
me
once
.
"
"
Who
,
then
,
are
you
?
and
why
,
if
you
knew
me
,
do
you
let
me
die
?
"
"
Because
nothing
can
save
you
;
your
wounds
are
mortal
Had
it
been
possible
to
save
you
,
I
should
have
considered
it
another
proof
of
God
's
mercy
,
and
I
would
again
have
endeavored
to
restore
you
,
I
swear
by
my
father
's
tomb
.
"
