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"
What
is
that
?
"
"
That
I
am
dependent
on
another
,
I
who
have
always
gained
my
own
livelihood
honestly
.
"
"
Do
not
let
that
disturb
you
,
I
have
enough
for
two
.
"
"
No
,
truly
;
you
may
believe
me
if
you
will
;
at
the
end
of
every
month
I
am
tormented
by
remorse
.
"
"
Good
Caderousse
!
"
"
So
much
so
,
that
yesterday
I
would
not
take
the
two
hundred
francs
.
"
"
Yes
,
you
wished
to
speak
to
me
;
but
was
it
indeed
remorse
,
tell
me
?
"
"
True
remorse
;
and
,
besides
,
an
idea
had
struck
me
.
"
Andrea
shuddered
;
he
always
did
so
at
Caderousse
's
ideas
.
"
It
is
miserable
--
do
you
see
?
--
always
to
wait
till
the
end
of
the
month
.
"
--
"
Oh
,
"
said
Andrea
philosophically
,
determined
to
watch
his
companion
narrowly
,
"
does
not
life
pass
in
waiting
?
Do
I
,
for
instance
,
fare
better
?
Well
,
I
wait
patiently
,
do
I
not
?
"
"
Yes
;
because
instead
of
expecting
two
hundred
wretched
francs
,
you
expect
five
or
six
thousand
,
perhaps
ten
,
perhaps
even
twelve
,
for
you
take
care
not
to
let
any
one
know
the
utmost
.
Down
there
,
you
always
had
little
presents
and
Christmas-boxes
which
you
tried
to
hide
from
your
poor
friend
Caderousse
.
Fortunately
he
is
a
cunning
fellow
,
that
friend
Caderousse
.
"
