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           Richardoughttoknowbetterthanyouwherethetwenty-thousandfrancswentto?"

           AsforRichard,whofelthimselfturningredunderMoncharmin’seyes,hetookMme.Girybythewristandshookitviolently.Inavoicegrowlingandrollinglikethunder,heroared:

           "WhyshouldIknowbetterthanyouwherethetwenty-thousandfrancswentto?Why?Answerme!"

           "Becausetheywentintoyourpocket!"gaspedtheoldwoman,lookingathimasifhewerethedevilincarnate.

           RichardwouldhaverusheduponMme.Giry,ifMoncharminhadnotstayedhisavenginghandandhastenedtoaskher,moregently:

           "Howcanyoususpectmypartner,M.Richard,ofputtingtwenty-thousandfrancsinhispocket?"

           "Ineversaidthat,"declaredMme.Giry,"seeingthatitwasmyselfwhoputthetwenty-thousandfrancsintoM.Richard’spocket."Andsheadded,underhervoice,"There!It’sout!...Andmaytheghostforgiveme!"

           Richardbeganbellowinganew,butMoncharminauthoritativelyorderedhimtobesilent.

           "Allowme!Allowme!Letthewomanexplainherself.Letmequestionher."Andheadded:"Itisreallyastonishingthatyoushouldtakeupsuchatone!...Weareonthevergeofclearingupthewholemystery.Andyou’reinarage!...You’rewrongtobehavelikethat...I’menjoyingmyselfimmensely."

           Mme.Giry,likethemartyrthatshewas,raisedherhead,herfacebeamingwithfaithinherowninnocence.

           "Youtellmethereweretwenty-thousandfrancsintheenvelopewhichIputintoM.Richard’spocket;butItellyouagainthatIknewnothingaboutit...NorM.