"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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