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"
And
what
might
you
think
?
"
asked
Moncharmin
,
crimson
with
rage
.
"
I
might
think
that
,
as
you
hadn
’
t
left
me
by
a
foot
’
s
breadth
and
as
,
by
your
own
wish
,
you
were
the
only
one
to
approach
me
,
like
last
time
,
I
might
think
that
,
if
that
twenty
-
thousand
francs
was
no
longer
in
my
pocket
,
it
stood
a
very
good
chance
of
being
in
yours
!
"
Moncharmin
leaped
up
at
the
suggestion
.
"
Oh
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
A
safety
-
pin
!
"
"
What
do
you
want
a
safety
-
pin
for
?
"
"
To
fasten
you
up
with
!
.
.
.
A
safety
-
pin
!
.
.
.
A
safety
-
pin
!
"
"
You
want
to
fasten
me
with
a
safety
-
pin
?
"
"
Yes
,
to
fasten
you
to
the
twenty
-
thousand
francs
!
Then
,
whether
it
’
s
here
,
or
on
the
drive
from
here
to
your
place
,
or
at
your
place
,
you
will
feel
the
hand
that
pulls
at
your
pocket
and
you
will
see
if
it
’
s
mine
!
Oh
,
so
you
’
re
suspecting
me
now
,
are
you
?
A
safety
-
pin
!
"
And
that
was
the
moment
when
Moncharmin
opened
the
door
on
the
passage
and
shouted
:
