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That such a man as he was should be tormented so for the lack of a few thousand francs! What else was a millionaire father for?
If the creditors began threatening, the poor youth had to bring the secretary into play, ordering him to see the mother immediately; he himself wished to avoid her tears and reproaches.

So Argensola would slip like a pickpocket up the service stairway of the great house on the avenue Victor Hugo.