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“
In
response
to
that
,
did
your
father
say
:
‘
But
I
am
not
dead
yet
!
’
To
which
you
responded
:
‘
I
wish
you
were
!
’
”
The
boy
made
no
answer
.
His
hands
fiddled
nervously
with
the
things
on
the
table
in
front
of
him
.
“
I
must
request
an
answer
,
please
,
M
.
Renauld
,
”
said
Giraud
sharply
.
With
an
angry
exclamation
,
the
boy
swept
a
heavy
paper
-
knife
on
to
the
floor
.
“
What
does
it
matter
?
You
might
as
well
know
.
Yes
,
I
did
quarrel
with
my
father
.
I
dare
say
I
said
all
those
things
—
I
was
so
angry
I
cannot
even
remember
what
I
said
!
I
was
furious
—
I
could
almost
have
killed
him
at
that
moment
—
there
,
make
the
most
of
that
!
”
He
leant
back
in
his
chair
,
flushed
and
defiant
.
Giraud
smiled
,
then
,
moving
his
chair
back
a
little
,
said
:
“
That
is
all
.
You
would
,
without
doubt
,
prefer
to
continue
the
interrogatory
,
M
.
le
juge
.
”
“
Ah
,
yes
,
exactly
,
”
said
M
.
Hautet
.
“
And
what
was
the
subject
of
your
quarrel
?
”
“
I
decline
to
state
.
”
M
.
Hautet
sat
up
in
his
chair
.
