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Danglars
'
stomach
felt
so
empty
,
that
it
seemed
as
if
it
would
be
impossible
ever
to
fill
it
again
;
still
he
had
patience
for
another
half-hour
,
which
appeared
to
him
like
a
century
.
He
again
arose
and
went
to
the
door
.
"
Come
,
sir
,
do
not
keep
me
starving
here
any
longer
,
but
tell
me
what
they
want
.
"
"
Nay
,
your
excellency
,
it
is
you
who
should
tell
us
what
you
want
.
Give
your
orders
,
and
we
will
execute
them
.
"
"
Then
open
the
door
directly
.
"
Peppino
obeyed
.
"
Now
look
here
,
I
want
something
to
eat
!
To
eat
--
do
you
hear
?
"
"
Are
you
hungry
?
"
"
Come
,
you
understand
me
.
"
"
What
would
your
excellency
like
to
eat
?
"
"
A
piece
of
dry
bread
,
since
the
fowls
are
beyond
all
price
in
this
accursed
place
.
"
"
Bread
?
Very
well
.
Hallo
,
there
,
some
bread
!
"
he
called
.
The
youth
brought
a
small
loaf
.
"
How
much
?
"
asked
Danglars
.
"
Four
thousand
nine
hundred
and
ninety-eight
louis
,
"
said
Peppino
;
"
You
have
paid
two
louis
in
advance
.
"
"
What
?
One
hundred
thousand
francs
for
a
loaf
?
"
