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The
old
man
nodded
.
"
So
that
you
have
lived
for
three
months
on
sixty
francs
,
"
muttered
Edmond
.
"
You
know
how
little
I
require
,
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
Heaven
pardon
me
,
"
cried
Edmond
,
falling
on
his
knees
before
his
father
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
"
You
have
wounded
me
to
the
heart
.
"
"
Never
mind
it
,
for
I
see
you
once
more
,
"
said
the
old
man
;
"
and
now
it
's
all
over
--
everything
is
all
right
again
.
"
"
Yes
,
here
I
am
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
"
with
a
promising
future
and
a
little
money
.
Here
,
father
,
here
!
"
he
said
,
"
take
this
--
take
it
,
and
send
for
something
immediately
.
"
And
he
emptied
his
pockets
on
the
table
,
the
contents
consisting
of
a
dozen
gold
pieces
,
five
or
six
five-franc
pieces
,
and
some
smaller
coin
.
The
countenance
of
old
Dantes
brightened
.
"
Whom
does
this
belong
to
?
"
he
inquired
.
