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The Room of the Retired Baker.

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           "But,"saidAndrea,"whydoyounotactontheadviceyougaveme?Whydoyounotrealizeasixmonths’,ayear’sadvanceeven,andretiretoBrussels?Insteadoflivingtheretiredbaker,youmightliveasabankrupt,usinghisprivileges;thatwouldbeverygood."

           "Buthowthedevilwouldyouhavemeretireontwelvehundredfrancs?"

           "Ah,Caderousse,"saidAndrea,"howcovetousyouare!Twomonthsagoyouweredyingwithhunger."

           "Theappetitegrowsbywhatitfeedson,"saidCaderousse,grinningandshowinghisteeth,likeamonkeylaughingoratigergrowling."And,"addedhe,bitingoffwithhislargewhiteteethanenormousmouthfulofbread,"Ihaveformedaplan."Caderousse’splansalarmedAndreastillmorethanhisideas;ideaswerebutthegerm,theplanwasreality."Letmeseeyourplan;Idaresayitisaprettyone."

           "Whynot?WhoformedtheplanbywhichwelefttheestablishmentofM——!eh?wasitnotI?anditwasnobadoneIbelieve,sincehereweare!"

           "Idonotsay,"repliedAndrea,"thatyounevermakeagoodone;butletusseeyourplan."

           "Well,"pursuedCaderousse,"canyouwithoutexpendingonesou,putmeinthewayofgettingfifteenthousandfrancs?No,fifteenthousandarenotenoughIcannotagainbecomeanhonestmanwithlessthanthirtythousandfrancs."

           "No,"repliedAndrea,dryly,"no,Icannot.

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