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After having run for so whither, knocking his head againstht and passage through all thein his panic terror what the fine Latin of the maps calls ~tota via, cheminum et viaria~, our poet suddenly halted for lack of breath in the first place, and in the second, because he had been collared, after a fashion, by a dilemma which had just occurred to his oire," he said to hi like a madman

The little scamps are no less afraid of you than you are of them It strikes me, I say, that you heard the clatter of their wooden shoes fleeing southward, while you were fleeing northward Now, one of two things, either they have taken flight, and the pallet, which they otten in their terror, is precisely that hospitable bed in search of which you have been running ever since inmade a morality in her honor, accompanied by triuht, and in that case they have put the brand to the pallet, and that is precisely the good fire which you need to cheer, dry, and warood bed, that straw pallet is a gift froin Marie who stands at the corner of the Rue Mauconseil, could only have made Eustache Moubon die for that express purpose; and it is folly on your part to flee thus zigzag, like a Picard before a French behind you what you seek before you; and you are a fool!"

Then he retraced his steps, and feeling his way and searching, with his nose to the wind and his ears on the alert, he tried to find the blessed pallet again, but in vain There was nothing to be found but intersections of houses, closed courts, and crossings of streets, in theled in this medley of streets than he would have been even in the labyrinth of the Hôtel des Tournelles At length he lost patience, and exclaimed solemnly: "Cursed be cross roads! 'tis the devil who has made them in the shape of his pitchfork!"