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"Ah, mercy--mercy!" cried Caderousse The count withdrew his foot "Rise!" said he Caderousse rose

"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 th to overcome a wild beast like you; in the name of that God I act,--remember that, wretch,--and to spare thee at this roaning with pain

"Take this pen and paper, and write what I dictate"

"I don't knorite, reverend sir"

"You lie! Take this pen, and write!" Caderousse, awed by the superior power of the abbe, sat down and wrote:-Sir,--Theat your house, and to whohter, 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 nan it!" continued the count

"But would you ruinyou to the first guard-house; besides, when that note is delivered, in all probability you will have no ned it "The address, 'To lars, banker, Rue de la Chaussee d'Antin'" Caderousse wrote the address The abbe took the note "Now," said he, "that suffices--begone!"

"Which way?"

"The way you caot in very well"

"Oh, you have son can I have?"

"Why, then, not letthe porter?"-"Ah, reverend sir, tell me, do you wish me dead?"