The Count of Monte Cristo

Back Forward Menu

"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."

"By your father's tomb!" said Caderousse, supported by a supernatural
power, and half-raising himself to see more distinctly the man who had