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MEMOIRS OF VIDOCQ.
"I have not so much money."—"Never mind. Go and sell the goods."—"But if it should be known!" "That's your affair; I want the ready; or if you like it better, I'll send you customers from the police office—you know what a word would do—Come, come, the cash, the chink, and no gammon." I understood the scoundrel but too well: I saw myself denounced, dragged from the state into which I had installed myself, and led back to the Bagne. I counted out the four hundred francs.
