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All at once, she passed in front of Gringoire Gringoire put his hand so recklessly into his pocket that she halted "The devil!" said the poet, finding at the bottom of his pocket the reality, that is, to say, a void In theat hi out her taoire broke into a violent perspiration

If he had all Peru in his pocket, he would certainly have given it to the dancer; but Gringoire had not Peru, and, moreover, America had not yet been discovered

Happily, an unexpected incident cayptian grasshopper?" cried a sharp voice, which proceeded froirl turned round in affright It was no longer the voice of the bald oted and hted a troop of children ere prowling about there

"It is the recluse of the Tour-Roland," they exclai! Hasn't she supped? Let's carry her the remains of the city refreshments!"

All rushed towards the Pillar House

In the e of the dancer's embarrassment, to disappear The children's shouts had reminded him that he, also, had not supped, so he ran to the public buffet But the little rascals had better legs than he; when he arrived, they had stripped the table There remained not soreled with rose bushes, painted in 1434 by Mathieu Biterne It was a o to bed without supper, it is a still less pleasant thing not to sup and not to knohere one is to sleep That was Gringoire's condition No supper, no shelter; he saw himself pressed on all sides by necessity, and he found necessity very crabbed He had long ago discovered the truth, that Jupiter createda wise man's whole life, his destiny holds his philosophy in a state of siege As for himself, he had never seen the blockade so co a parley, and he considered it very much out of place that evil destiny should capture his philosophy by fa hi, quaint but full of sweetness, suddenly tore hi