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78 duty and your liberty won't feed you. I refuse to argue. Hurry up, now; money is always good, no matter how one gets it. Don't stand there like that; you know you want it. I know you'll end by taking it. I suppose you want more, eh? How much do you want, free man?

[who has several times been on the point of talcing the money, jumps upon .  pulls him away me go, Hulin! Let me go!

it!

've got to kill him!

's this!

[held back by , says to  out! Why did you come here, anyway? I was happy, I didn't realize how poor I was. I was free, master of everything. You remind me that I'm hungry, that I haven't a thing, that I don't belong to myself, that a filthy scoundrel can be my master by means of a little money that makes a slave of me because I need it. You've spoiled all my happiness. Get out!

a to-do for so little! Who gives a damn about your scruples? I'm not asking anything of you. Take it!

'd rather starve.—You give it to me, Hulin gives the money to '', who drops his hand. The money falls to the ground, and  picks it up.'']

are you going?

drunk—and forget.

what?