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"
"
But
,
"
said
Andrea
,
"
why
do
you
not
act
on
the
advice
you
gave
me
?
Why
do
you
not
realize
a
six
months
'
,
a
year
's
advance
even
,
and
retire
to
Brussels
?
Instead
of
living
the
retired
baker
,
you
might
live
as
a
bankrupt
,
using
his
privileges
;
that
would
be
very
good
.
"
"
But
how
the
devil
would
you
have
me
retire
on
twelve
hundred
francs
?
"
"
Ah
,
Caderousse
,
"
said
Andrea
,
"
how
covetous
you
are
!
Two
months
ago
you
were
dying
with
hunger
.
"
"
The
appetite
grows
by
what
it
feeds
on
,
"
said
Caderousse
,
grinning
and
showing
his
teeth
,
like
a
monkey
laughing
or
a
tiger
growling
.
"
And
,
"
added
he
,
biting
off
with
his
large
white
teeth
an
enormous
mouthful
of
bread
,
"
I
have
formed
a
plan
.
"
Caderousse
's
plans
alarmed
Andrea
still
more
than
his
ideas
;
ideas
were
but
the
germ
,
the
plan
was
reality
.
"
Let
me
see
your
plan
;
I
dare
say
it
is
a
pretty
one
.
"
"
Why
not
?
Who
formed
the
plan
by
which
we
left
the
establishment
of
M
--
--
!
eh
?
was
it
not
I
?
and
it
was
no
bad
one
I
believe
,
since
here
we
are
!
"
"
I
do
not
say
,
"
replied
Andrea
,
"
that
you
never
make
a
good
one
;
but
let
us
see
your
plan
.
"
"
Well
,
"
pursued
Caderousse
,
"
can
you
without
expending
one
sou
,
put
me
in
the
way
of
getting
fifteen
thousand
francs
?
No
,
fifteen
thousand
are
not
enough
--
I
can
not
again
become
an
honest
man
with
less
than
thirty
thousand
francs
.
"
"
No
,
"
replied
Andrea
,
dryly
,
"
no
,
I
can
not
.
"
