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“
Certainly
I
was
,
”
returned
the
lad
haughtily
.
“
You
assert
that
positively
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
No
little
disputes
,
eh
?
”
Jack
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
“
Every
one
may
have
a
difference
of
opinion
now
and
then
.
”
“
Quite
so
,
quite
so
.
But
if
any
one
were
to
assert
that
you
had
a
violent
quarrel
with
your
father
on
the
eve
of
your
departure
for
Paris
,
that
person
,
without
doubt
,
would
be
lying
?
”
I
could
not
but
admire
the
ingenuity
of
Giraud
.
His
boast
“
I
know
everything
”
had
been
no
idle
one
.
Jack
Renauld
was
clearly
disconcerted
by
the
question
.
“
We
—
we
did
have
an
argument
,
”
he
admitted
.
“
Ah
,
an
argument
!
In
the
course
of
that
argument
did
you
use
this
phrase
:
‘
When
you
are
dead
,
I
can
do
as
I
please
?
’
”
“
I
may
have
done
,
”
muttered
the
other
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
.
”
