"I pardon you, monseigneur!" said Bonacieux, hesitating to take the purse, fearing, doubtless, that this pretended gift was but a pleasantry. "But you are able to have me arrested, you are able to have me tortured, you are able to have me hanged; you are the master, and I could not have the least word to say.
Ne haragudjak, kegyelmes uram! - mondta Bonacieux, és nem is mert a zacskó után nyúlni, mert nyilván attól tartott, hogy csupán tréfa az állítólagos ajándék. - De hisz, ha akar lefogathat, kínpadra vihet, felköttethet: Eminenciád az úr, nekem szavam sem lehet. Én ne haragudjak, kegyelmes uram!