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"What do you think of me?" It was almost his first question, and Lucien realized it was a crucial issue for him. He must have been seeking the answer all his life in the eyes of others. What could he reply?
"I don"t know you well enough yet," murmured Lucien, smiling.
"Are you always so kind to all criminals?"
"I can be quite tough too."
"With what kind of people, for example?"
"With men like Óscar Bernabé."
Suddenly, Pujol"s eyes cleared as if he had just found an ally.
"Look, it"s true that I stole a little money from him. Much less than he spent each month on tips. But the real thief was him. He stole my dignity, the pride of being a man, he annihilated me to the point where I was even ashamed to live."
"Why did you decide to steal small amounts?"
"I have to tell you everyth
