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"God be with you, brother gentle a crab-

apple face upwards

"And with you, my brother, who carry your slippers," Prosper replied

"Eh, eh, brother! They go softer than steel for a gouty toe"

"Poor gout, Master Friar, I hope, for Saint Francis' peace of entleman," said the friar, "let me tell you the truth I am a

poor devil out of Lucca, built for matrimony and the chimney corner,

as Grandfather Adam was before me Brother Bonaccord of Outremer they

call ion, but ill-accord I am in temper, by reason of the

air of this accursed land, and a o to the Do that I am new

landed, and have no convent to my name and establishment in the

Church They take me in Ha! they do that Look now 'A sop of bread

and wine,' I cry, 'for the love of God' It is a Catholic food, very

coive outy as a cardinal, and my eye is inflamed I think of

the Lucchese--those shafts of joyof my profession I am ready as ever to admit ts, but

Saint Paul himself cannot reconcile me to the third Beer, h, friar, if you are going the forest road You

will find no Lucchesan ladies thereabouts"