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M. Gavaudan Clery welcomed his granddaughter with grim sarcasm to his small house at St. Cloud. He told her frankly that he was surprised that such a fine lady as she had become should trouble to visit a poor wretch like himself.
"When one has only a single relative in the world, one likes to keep an eye on him," replied Lucille, coolly. "How do I know, _mon vieux bonhomme_, that you have not a neat little fortune hidden away?"