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"
I
,
a
thief
!
.
.
.
I
,
a
thief
,
I
?
"
She
choked
with
rage
.
She
shouted
:
"
I
never
heard
of
such
a
thing
!
"
And
,
suddenly
,
she
darted
up
to
Richard
again
.
"
In
any
case
,
"
she
yelped
,
"
you
,
M
.
Richard
,
ought
to
know
better
than
I
where
the
twenty
thousand
francs
went
to
!
"
"
I
?
"
asked
Richard
,
astounded
.
"
And
how
should
I
know
?
"
Moncharmin
,
looking
severe
and
dissatisfied
,
at
once
insisted
that
the
good
lady
should
explain
herself
.
"
What
does
this
mean
,
Mme
.
Giry
?
"
he
asked
.
"
And
why
do
you
say
that
M
.
Richard
ought
to
know
better
than
you
where
the
twenty
-
thousand
francs
went
to
?
"
As
for
Richard
,
who
felt
himself
turning
red
under
Moncharmin
’
s
eyes
,
he
took
Mme
.
Giry
by
the
wrist
and
shook
it
violently
.
In
a
voice
growling
and
rolling
like
thunder
,
he
roared
:
