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like having worked so long without making
a fortune. You think it's your turn now?"
M. Morlot did not answer. He kept
his eyes fixed on the floor. He asked
himself if he were not having a bad
dream, and tried to make out what was
real in this experience of pinioned hands,
cross-examinations, and questions from a
stranger who read his conscience like an
open book.
" Does he hear voices?" asked M.
Auvray.
The poor uncle felt his hair stand on end.
He remembered that persistent little voice
which kept whispering in his ear, and he
answered mechanically: " Sometimes."
"Ah! he has hallucinations?"
"No, no! I'm not ill; let me go. I'll
lose my senses here. Ask all my friends;
they'll tell you that I'm in full possession
of my faculties. Feel my pulse; you'll
see that I've no fever."