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"
Not
because
I
have
the
least
desire
to
learn
anything
you
may
please
to
conceal
from
me
,
but
simply
that
if
,
through
your
assistance
,
I
could
distribute
the
legacy
according
to
the
wishes
of
the
testator
,
why
,
so
much
the
better
,
that
is
all
.
"
"
I
hope
it
may
be
so
,
"
replied
Caderousse
,
his
face
flushed
with
cupidity
.
"
I
am
all
attention
,
"
said
the
abbe
.
"
Stop
a
minute
,
"
answered
Caderousse
;
"
we
might
be
interrupted
in
the
most
interesting
part
of
my
story
,
which
would
be
a
pity
;
and
it
is
as
well
that
your
visit
hither
should
be
made
known
only
to
ourselves
.
"
With
these
words
he
went
stealthily
to
the
door
,
which
he
closed
,
and
,
by
way
of
still
greater
precaution
,
bolted
and
barred
it
,
as
he
was
accustomed
to
do
at
night
.
During
this
time
the
abbe
had
chosen
his
place
for
listening
at
his
ease
.
He
removed
his
seat
into
a
corner
of
the
room
,
where
he
himself
would
be
in
deep
shadow
,
while
the
light
would
be
fully
thrown
on
the
narrator
;
then
,
with
head
bent
down
and
hands
clasped
,
or
rather
clinched
together
,
he
prepared
to
give
his
whole
attention
to
Caderousse
,
who
seated
himself
on
the
little
stool
,
exactly
opposite
to
him
.
"
Remember
,
this
is
no
affair
of
mine
,
"
said
the
trembling
voice
of
La
Carconte
,
as
though
through
the
flooring
of
her
chamber
she
viewed
the
scene
that
was
enacting
below
.
"
Enough
,
enough
!
"
replied
Caderousse
;
"
say
no
more
about
it
;
I
will
take
all
the
consequences
upon
myself
.
"
And
he
began
his
story
.
"
First
,
sir
,
"
said
Caderousse
,
"
you
must
make
me
a
promise
.
"
"
What
is
that
?
"
inquired
the
abbe
.
"
Why
,
if
you
ever
make
use
of
the
details
I
am
about
to
give
you
,
that
you
will
never
let
any
one
know
that
it
was
I
who
supplied
them
;
for
the
persons
of
whom
I
am
about
to
talk
are
rich
and
powerful
,
and
if
they
only
laid
the
tips
of
their
fingers
on
me
,
I
should
break
to
pieces
like
glass
.
"
"
Make
yourself
easy
,
my
friend
,
"
replied
the
abbe
.
"
I
am
a
priest
,
and
confessions
die
in
my
breast
.
Recollect
,
our
only
desire
is
to
carry
out
,
in
a
fitting
manner
,
the
last
wishes
of
our
friend
.
Speak
,
then
,
without
reserve
,
as
without
hatred
;
tell
the
truth
,
the
whole
truth
;
I
do
not
know
,
never
may
know
,
the
persons
of
whom
you
are
about
to
speak
;
besides
,
I
am
an
Italian
,
and
not
a
Frenchman
,
and
belong
to
God
,
and
not
to
man
,
and
I
shall
shortly
retire
to
my
convent
,
which
I
have
only
quitted
to
fulfil
the
last
wishes
of
a
dying
man
.
"
This
positive
assurance
seemed
to
give
Caderousse
a
little
courage
.
