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"
Ah
,
"
said
Beauchamp
,
"
you
doubt
me
?
Well
,
you
can
ask
my
servant
,
or
rather
him
who
will
no
longer
be
my
servant
tomorrow
,
it
was
the
talk
of
the
house
.
"
"
And
this
elixir
,
where
is
it
?
what
is
it
?
"
"
The
child
conceals
it
.
"
"
But
where
did
he
find
it
?
"
"
In
his
mother
's
laboratory
.
"
"
Does
his
mother
then
,
keep
poisons
in
her
laboratory
?
"
"
How
can
I
tell
?
You
are
questioning
me
like
a
king
's
attorney
.
I
only
repeat
what
I
have
been
told
,
and
like
my
informant
I
can
do
no
more
.
The
poor
devil
would
eat
nothing
,
from
fear
.
"
"
It
is
incredible
!
"
"
No
,
my
dear
fellow
,
it
is
not
at
all
incredible
.
You
saw
the
child
pass
through
the
Rue
Richelieu
last
year
,
who
amused
himself
with
killing
his
brothers
and
sisters
by
sticking
pins
in
their
ears
while
they
slept
.
The
generation
who
follow
us
are
very
precocious
.
"
