voice cried with great effort, "Murder! I am dying! Help, reverend
sir,--help!"
This mournful appeal pierced the darkness. The door of the
back-staircase opened, then the side-gate of the garden, and Ali and his
master were on the spot with lights.
Chapter 83. The Hand of God.
Caderousse continued to call piteously, "Help, reverend sir, help!"
"What is the matter?" asked Monte Cristo.
"Help," cried Caderousse; "I am murdered!"
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