She told me.

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But can I remember what she said?
Lies, absurd, infamous lies." The advocate had finished gathering up his letters, without noticing the abstraction.

He tied them together carefully, and replaced them in the secret drawer of his bureau.
"Yes," continued he, rising and walking backwards and forward across his study, as if the constant movement could calm his anger, "yes, she pretended she could show me I was wrong.