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Leocadia did not vacillate on the following day. She knew the way and she went straight to the lawyer's house. The latter received her with a frowning brow. Did people think he was coining money? Leocadia had now no land to sell; what she brought was of trifling value. If she made up her mind to mortgage the house he would speak to his brother-in-law Clodio, who had some money saved, and who would like to have some such piece of property. Leocadia breathed a sigh of regret, it was not with her as with the peasantry -- she had no attachment to land, but the house! So neat, so pretty, so comfortable, arranged according to her own taste!
"Pshaw, by paying the amount of the mortgage you can have it back the moment you wish."