"Come, my friend," said Danglars, seeing that he made no impression on Peppino, "you will not refuse me a glass of wine?" "I have already told you that we do not sell at retail." "Well, then, let me have a bottle of the least expensive." "They are all the same price." "And what is that?" "Twenty-five thousand francs a bottle." "Tell me," cried Danglars, in a tone whose bitterness Harpagon [*] alone has been capable of revealing--"tell me that you wish to despoil me of all; it will be sooner over than devouring me piecemeal."
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