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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 hiive? God, who er so as to end your career in a iven 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 who proof, as you lie in utter despair, denying hi that God in whom you endeavor not to believe, while in your heart you still believe in hi his dying eyes on the count "Look well at ht near his face "Well, the abbe--the Abbe Busoni" Monte Cristo took off the hich 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 Wilain,--do you not recollect ic 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 knewcan save you; your wounds are mortal Had it been possible to save you, I should have considered it another proof of God's ain have endeavored to restore you, I swear by my father's tomb"

"By your father's tomb!" said Caderousse, supported by a supernatural power, and half-raising himself to see more distinctly the man who had just taken the oath which all men hold sacred; "who, then, are you?" The count had watched the approach of death He knew this was the last struggle He approached the dyingover him with a calm and melancholy look, he whispered, "I am--I am"--And his almost closed lips uttered a name so low that the count himself appeared afraid to hear it Caderousse, who had raised himself on his knees, and stretched out his ar them with a desperate effort, "Odenied thee; thou dost exist, thou art indeed e on earth My God,despised thee! Pardon hed deeply, and fell back with a groan The blood no longer flowed from his wounds He was dead