"Do you see," said Caderousse, "all my happiness is marred by one
thought?"
"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."
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