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"
Well
,
I
should
say
!
If
you
had
me
taken
to
a
private
room
only
to
tell
me
this
,
you
might
have
saved
yourself
the
trouble
.
I
know
all
these
things
.
But
there
are
some
with
which
,
on
the
contrary
,
I
am
not
acquainted
.
Let
us
talk
of
those
,
if
you
please
.
Who
sent
you
?
"
"
Come
,
come
,
you
are
going
on
quickly
,
M.
Benedetto
!
"
"
Yes
,
and
to
the
point
.
Let
us
dispense
with
useless
words
.
Who
sends
you
?
"
"
No
one
.
"
"
How
did
you
know
I
was
in
prison
?
"
"
I
recognized
you
,
some
time
since
,
as
the
insolent
dandy
who
so
gracefully
mounted
his
horse
in
the
Champs
Elysees
.
"
"
Oh
,
the
Champs
Elysees
?
Ah
,
yes
;
we
burn
,
as
they
say
at
the
game
of
pincette
.
The
Champs
Elysees
?
Come
,
let
us
talk
a
little
about
my
father
.
"
"
Who
,
then
,
am
I
?
"
"
You
,
sir
?
--
you
are
my
adopted
father
.
But
it
was
not
you
,
I
presume
,
who
placed
at
my
disposal
100,000
francs
,
which
I
spent
in
four
or
five
months
;
it
was
not
you
who
manufactured
an
Italian
gentleman
for
my
father
;
it
was
not
you
who
introduced
me
into
the
world
,
and
had
me
invited
to
a
certain
dinner
at
Auteuil
,
which
I
fancy
I
am
eating
at
this
moment
,
in
company
with
the
most
distinguished
people
in
Paris
--
amongst
the
rest
with
a
certain
procureur
,
whose
acquaintance
I
did
very
wrong
not
to
cultivate
,
for
he
would
have
been
very
useful
to
me
just
now
;
--
it
was
not
you
,
in
fact
,
who
bailed
me
for
one
or
two
millions
,
when
the
fatal
discovery
of
my
little
secret
took
place
.
Come
,
speak
,
my
worthy
Corsican
,
speak
!
"
