"The mother retires into the country, and the son enters the army." "Well, I must confess, these are scruples." "I registered their deed of gift yesterday." "And how much did they possess?" "Oh, not much--from twelve to thirteen hundred thousand francs. But to return to our millions." "Certainly," said Danglars, in the most natural tone in the world. "Are you then pressed for this money?" "Yes; for the examination of our cash takes place to-morrow." "To-morrow? Why did you not tell me so before? Why, it is as good as a
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