"He leaves me five hundred thousand livres."
"Are you sure of it?"
"He showed it me; but that is not all--there is a codicil, as I said
just now."
"Probably."
"And in that codicil he acknowledges me."
"Oh, the good father, the brave father, the very honest father!" said
Caderousse, twirling a plate in the air between his two hands.
"Now say if I conceal anything from you?"
"No, and your confidence makes you honorable in my opinion; and your
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