"Money!" he would say laconically at the end of the month, and Desnoyers would break out into complaints and curses.

Where on earth was he to get it, he would like to know.

His father was as regular as a machine, and would never allow the slightest advance upon the following month.

He had to submit to a rule of misery.

Three thousand francs a month!--what could any decent person do with that?
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