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g on to the knave's feet; and you, Bellep down upon his shoulders; and all three you hear?"

e shuddered.

u ready?" said Clopin Trouille fou to the ers prepared to fall upon Gringoire. The rer endured a moment of horrible suse Clopin calmly pushed into the fire with ew vine-branches which the flame had not 1. "Are you ready?" he repeated; and his hands to clap. A second more, and have been over.

aused, as if struck with a sudden thought. oment," said he; "I forgot! It is our er to hang a man without asking if there man who'll have him. Comrade, it's your

You must marry a tramp or the rope." sy law, strange as it may seem to the ill written out in full in the ancient Eng(See “Burington's Observations.”) : breathed again. This was the second he had been restored to life within the so he dared not feel too confident. " cried Clopin, remounting his cask; e, women, females! is there among you, ld witch to her cat, a wench who'll take

knave? Hello Colette la Charonne! Trouvain! Simon Jodouyne! Marie Piénne la Longue! Bérard Fanouel! Michelle laude Ronge-Oreille! Mathurine Girorou! eau la Thierrye! Come and look! a man ! who'll take him?"

, in his wretched plight, was doubtless empting. The vagabond women seemed oved by the offer. The luckless fellow

r. The first was a stout, square-faced girl. mined the philosopher's pitiable doublet most ely. The stuff was worn, and more full of an a furnace for roasting chestnuts. The de a wry face. "An old clout!" she grumd addressing Gringoire, "Let's look at your ve lost it," said Gringoire.

r hat?"

e one took it from me."

r shoes?"

soles are almost worn through."

r purse?"

=!" faltered Gringoire, "I have not a

anged to you, then, and be thankful!" ree tramp, turning her back on him.

second, old, weather-beaten, wrinkled, and deous enough to be conspicuous even in the f Miracles, walked round and round GrinHe almost trembled lest she should accept ut she muttered, "He's too thin," and took

e.

ird was a young girl, quite rosy and not very
Save me!" whispered the poor devil.
oked at him a moment with a compassionate
looked down, began to plait up her skirt,
ned uncertain. He watched her every mo-
s was his last ray of hope. "No," said the
oman at last; "no! Guillaume Longuejoue
ck me," and she went back to the crowd.
ade," said Clopin Trouille fou, "you're down
luck."

standing erect upon his cask, he cried, "Will
take this lot?" mimicking the tone of an

e de l'Étoile, Andry le Rouge, and hant-Prune approached Gringoire.

stant a shout rose from the thieves: "Essmeralda!"

= trembled, and turned in the direction The crowd opened and made way for a adiant figure.

e gypsy girl.

Ida!" said Gringoire, astounded, amidst ling emotions, at the suddenness with magic word connected all the various s of his day.

e creature seemed to exercise sovereign gh her beauty and her charm even in the Miracles. Thieves, beggars and harlots ly aside to let her pass, and their brutal tened at her glance.

roached the victim with her light step. Djoli followed her. Gringoire was than alive. She gazed at him an instant

1 going to hang this man?" she gravely in.

ter," replied the King of Tunis, "unless him for your husband."

ed her pretty lower lip.

him," said she.

: here firmly believed that he had been ver since morning, and that this was the dream.

the sudden change of fortune, though was violent.

-noose

was unfastened, the poet was a his stool. He was obliged to seat himat was his agitation.

g was broken into four pieces.
er," then said the Duke of Egypt, laying
on their heads, "she is your wife; sister,
husband. For four years. Go!"

VALJEAN AND THE BISHOP

(From

"Les Misérables")

going to give you this straight.

Jean Valjean. I am a released convict,

My name

ugh he h I am

Let out

prison."

He

pulled

cket and This is 1

pest co herever Is

I lear

those wh

-ent nineteen years in the hulks.

s ago, I am working my way to Pontar

h is my destination.

These four days I

a footing it from Toulon.

gues this day afoot.

I have done

evening, in striking this country, I went vern where they kicked me out because show my yellow passport, my ticket-ofunderstand, at the mayor's office. I had it, see? I went to another public house, said: 'Be off!' in the same style. No one r me anywhere. I rapped at the jail and er would not open to me. I crept into a el and the beast snapped at me and worut, same as a man-see? It looked as if what I was.

t into the fields to sleep under the stars. were none, and thinking that it would come , and there being no good, kind God to stop raining on me, I returned into town to doorway to snooze in.

the 'brie

born at

years in

en for tr mber is rybody H eive me? meat and Madam the alcov Such was

5 the square, I laid on a stone, when a

gloire we

hundred and nine francs, fifteen sous, e convict prison by my labor in nineteen ill pay fair. What else would you do

I have money; Shanks' mare, see! I am very hungry. me stay?"

I am dead beat-twelve

Magloire, bring another plate," said the

e strides the man neared the lamp on

ou haven't got this right," said he, as ad not been understood. "Did you not ■a jail-bird, a galley-slave, fresh from

a large sheet of buff paper from his unfolded it.

my leave to travel. Yellow, as you see, or. It leads to my being kicked out how myself. Will you read it? I know t it in the stone-jug. There is a school no like it. Hark ye! this is what is put f:''JEAN VALJEAN, released con'-oh, you don't care for that? 'Nine1. Five for burglary and theft. Fourying four times to break out. This Most Dangerous.' There you have it! as given me the throwdown. Will you Is this a kind of hotel? will you give 1 a bed? a stable will do for me." Magloire," said the host, "air the sheets ▸ bed."

the obedience of either woman, that nt out straightway to carry on the or

," said the bishop, turning to the man,