The Vicomte De Bragelonne by Alexandre Dumas père
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"There remains one louis, does there not, master hotelier?"
"Yes, monsieur, but - " The unknown plunged his hand into the pocket of his _haut-de-chausses_, and emptied it. It contained a small pocket-book, a gold key, and some silver. With this change, he made up a louis. "Thank you, monsieur," said Cropole. "It now only remains for me to ask whether monsieur intends to occupy his apartments to-morrow, in which case I will reserve them for him; whereas, if monsieur does not mean to do so, I will promise them to some of the king's people who are coming." "That is but right," said the unknown, after a long silence; "but as I have no more money, as you have seen, and as I yet must retain the apartments, you must either sell this diamond in the city, or hold it in pledge." Cropole looked at the diamond so long, that the unknown said, hastily: "I prefer your selling it, monsieur; for it is worth three hundred pistoles. A Jew - are there any Jews in Blois? - would give you two hundred or a hundred and fifty for it - take whatever may be offered for it, if it be no more than the price of your lodging. Begone!" "Oh! monsieur," replied Cropole ashamed of the sudden inferiority which the unknown reflected upon him by this noble and disinterested confidence, as well as by the unalterable patience opposed to so many suspicions and evasions. "Oh, monsieur, I hope people are not so dishonest at Blois as you seem to think; and that the diamond, being |
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