"You should not speak so to an old friend like me, Caderousse, as you
said just now; you are a native of Marseilles, I am"--
"Do you know then now what you are?"
"No, but I was brought up in Corsica; you are old and obstinate, I
am young and wilful. Between people like us threats are out of place,
everything should be amicably arranged. Is it my fault if fortune, which
has frowned on you, has been kind to me?"
"Fortune has been kind to you, then? Your tilbury, your groom, your
clothes, are not then hired? Good, so much the better," said Caderousse,
his eyes sparkling with avarice.
"Oh, you knew that well enough before speaking to me," said Andrea,
becoming more and more excited. "If I had been wearing a handkerchief
like yours on my head, rags on my back, and worn-out shoes on my feet,
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