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At length one of these, as fat, short, and venerable as himself, caeois in that fashion in ot, which would have afterwards been used to burn therave; hé! who is scolding so? Who is that screech owl of evil fortune?"

"Hold, I know him" said one of them; "'tis Master Andry Musnier"

"Because he is one of the four sworn booksellers of the university!" said the other

"Everything goes by fours in that shop," cried a third; "the four nations, the four faculties, the four feasts, the four procurators, the four electors, the four booksellers"

"Well," began Jean Frollo once more," we must play the devil with them"~Faire le diable a quatre~

"Musnier, we'll burn your books"

"Musnier, we'll beat your lackeys"

"Musnier, we'll kiss your wife"

"That fine, big Madeh she were a "

"Devil take you!" growled Master Andry Musnier

"Master Andry," pursued Jean Jehan, still clinging to his capital, "hold your tongue, or I'll drop on your head!"