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The Story.

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           "What,formeonly?"criedCaderousse,"ah,sir,donotjestwithme!"

           "Thisdiamondwastohavebeensharedamonghisfriends.Edmondhadonefriendonly,andthusitcannotbedivided.Takethediamond,then,andsellit;itisworthfiftythousandfrancs,andIrepeatmywishthatthissummaysufficetoreleaseyoufromyourwretchedness."

           "Oh,sir,"saidCaderousse,puttingoutonehandtimidly,andwiththeotherwipingawaytheperspirationwhichbedewedhisbrow"Oh,sir,donotmakeajestofthehappinessordespairofaman."

           "Iknowwhathappinessandwhatdespairare,andInevermakeajestofsuchfeelings.Takeit,then,butinexchange—"

           Caderousse,whotouchedthediamond,withdrewhishand.Theabbesmiled."Inexchange,"hecontinued,"givemetheredsilkpursethatM.MorrelleftonoldDantes’chimney-piece,andwhichyoutellmeisstillinyourhands."Caderousse,moreandmoreastonished,wenttowardalargeoakencupboard,openedit,andgavetheabbealongpurseoffadedredsilk,roundwhichweretwocopperrunnersthathadoncebeengilt.Theabbetookit,andinreturngaveCaderoussethediamond.

           "Oh,youareamanofGod,sir,"criedCaderousse;"fornooneknewthatEdmondhadgivenyouthisdiamond,andyoumighthavekeptit."

           "Which,"saidtheabbetohimself,"youwouldhavedone."Theabberose,tookhishatandgloves.

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