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"
Before
Mercedes
should
die
,
"
replied
Fernand
,
with
the
accents
of
unshaken
resolution
,
"
I
would
die
myself
!
"
"
That
's
what
I
call
love
!
"
said
Caderousse
with
a
voice
more
tipsy
than
ever
.
"
That
's
love
,
or
I
do
n't
know
what
love
is
.
"
"
Come
,
"
said
Danglars
,
"
you
appear
to
me
a
good
sort
of
fellow
,
and
hang
me
,
I
should
like
to
help
you
,
but
"
--
"
Yes
,
"
said
Caderousse
,
"
but
how
?
"
"
My
dear
fellow
,
"
replied
Danglars
,
"
you
are
three
parts
drunk
;
finish
the
bottle
,
and
you
will
be
completely
so
.
Drink
then
,
and
do
not
meddle
with
what
we
are
discussing
,
for
that
requires
all
one
's
wit
and
cool
judgment
.
"
"
I
--
drunk
!
"
said
Caderousse
;
"
well
that
's
a
good
one
!
I
could
drink
four
more
such
bottles
;
they
are
no
bigger
than
cologne
flasks
.
Pere
Pamphile
,
more
wine
!
"
and
Caderousse
rattled
his
glass
upon
the
table
.
"
You
were
saying
,
sir
"
--
said
Fernand
,
awaiting
with
great
anxiety
the
end
of
this
interrupted
remark
.
"
What
was
I
saying
?
I
forget
.
This
drunken
Caderousse
has
made
me
lose
the
thread
of
my
sentence
.
"
"
Drunk
,
if
you
like
;
so
much
the
worse
for
those
who
fear
wine
,
for
it
is
because
they
have
bad
thoughts
which
they
are
afraid
the
liquor
will
extract
from
their
hearts
;
"
and
Caderousse
began
to
sing
the
two
last
lines
of
a
song
very
popular
at
the
time
--
