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"
He
will
not
come
in
time
;
I
feel
my
life
fast
ebbing
.
"
"
Wait
a
moment
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
.
He
left
the
room
,
and
returned
in
five
minutes
with
a
phial
.
The
dying
man
's
eyes
were
all
the
time
riveted
on
the
door
,
through
which
he
hoped
succor
would
arrive
.
"
Hasten
,
reverend
sir
,
hasten
!
I
shall
faint
again
!
"
Monte
Cristo
approached
,
and
dropped
on
his
purple
lips
three
or
four
drops
of
the
contents
of
the
phial
.
Caderousse
drew
a
deep
breath
.
"
Oh
,
"
said
he
,
"
that
is
life
to
me
;
more
,
more
!
"
"
Two
drops
more
would
kill
you
,
"
replied
the
abbe
.
"
Oh
,
send
for
some
one
to
whom
I
can
denounce
the
wretch
!
"
"
Shall
I
write
your
deposition
?
You
can
sign
it
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
said
Caderousse
;
and
his
eyes
glistened
at
the
thought
of
this
posthumous
revenge
.
Monte
Cristo
wrote
:
--
"
I
die
,
murdered
by
the
Corsican
Benedetto
,
my
comrade
in
the
galleys
at
Toulouse
,
No.
59
.
"
"
Quick
,
quick
!
"
said
Caderousse
,
"
or
I
shall
be
unable
to
sign
it
.
"
Monte
Cristo
gave
the
pen
to
Caderousse
,
who
collected
all
his
strength
,
signed
it
,
and
fell
back
on
his
bed
,
saying
:
"
You
will
relate
all
the
rest
,
reverend
sir
;
you
will
say
he
calls
himself
Andrea
Cavalcanti
.
He
lodges
at
the
Hotel
des
Princes
.
Oh
,
I
am
dying
!
"
He
again
fainted
.
The
abbe
made
him
smell
the
contents
of
the
phial
,
and
he
again
opened
his
eyes
.
His
desire
for
revenge
had
not
forsaken
him
.
