"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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