Later on, they would send him further remittances.
A ranchman in Argentina, a sort of relative, was looking after his affairs.

Marguerite appeared satisfied, and in spite of her frivolity, adopted the air of a serious woman.
"Money, money!" she exclaimed sententiously.

"And yet there is no happiness without it! With your four hundred thousand and what I have, we shall be able to get along.

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