He owned, besides, the house I now live in, where we lived together; and I, fool, sot, imbecile, stupid animal that I was, used to pay the rent every three months to the concierge!" "That was too much!" M.Daburon could not help saying.
"Was it not, sir?
I was robbing myself of my own money! To crown his hypocrisy, he left a will wherein he declared, in the name of Holy Trinity, that he had no other aim in view, in thus acting, than my own advantage.

He wished, so he wrote, to habituate me to habits of good order and economy, and keep me from the commission of follies.

And I was forty-five years old, and for twenty years I had been reproaching myself if ever I spent a single sou uselessly.

In short, he had speculated on my good heart, he had.

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