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"
Thirty
francs
;
but
I
pay
that
out
of
my
150
francs
--
that
is
understood
--
and
as
I
require
only
eighty
francs
for
my
journey
,
you
see
I
am
overwhelmed
with
luxury
.
But
that
is
not
all
.
What
do
you
say
to
this
,
mother
?
"
And
Albert
took
out
of
a
little
pocket-book
with
golden
clasps
,
a
remnant
of
his
old
fancies
,
or
perhaps
a
tender
souvenir
from
one
of
the
mysterious
and
veiled
ladies
who
used
to
knock
at
his
little
door
--
Albert
took
out
of
this
pocket-book
a
note
of
1,000
francs
.
"
What
is
this
?
"
asked
Mercedes
.
"
A
thousand
francs
.
"
"
But
whence
have
you
obtained
them
?
"
"
Listen
to
me
,
mother
,
and
do
not
yield
too
much
to
agitation
.
"
And
Albert
,
rising
,
kissed
his
mother
on
both
cheeks
,
then
stood
looking
at
her
.
"
You
can
not
imagine
,
mother
,
how
beautiful
I
think
you
!
"
said
the
young
man
,
impressed
with
a
profound
feeling
of
filial
love
.
"
You
are
,
indeed
,
the
most
beautiful
and
most
noble
woman
I
ever
saw
!
"
"
Dear
child
!
"
said
Mercedes
,
endeavoring
in
vain
to
restrain
a
tear
which
glistened
in
the
corner
of
her
eye
.
"
Indeed
,
you
only
wanted
misfortune
to
change
my
love
for
you
to
admiration
.
I
am
not
unhappy
while
I
possess
my
son
!
"
"
Ah
,
just
so
,
"
said
Albert
;
"
here
begins
the
trial
.
Do
you
know
the
decision
we
have
come
to
,
mother
?
"
"
Have
we
come
to
any
?
"
