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Gringoire shuddered

"Are you ready?" said Clopin Trouillefou to the three thieves, who held theoire Awhich Clopin tranquilly thrust into the fire with the tip of his foot, soht "Are you ready?" he repeated, and opened his hands to clap One second h struck by a sudden thought

"Oneawhether there is any woman ants him Comrade, this is your last resource You abond or the noose"

This law of the vagabonds, singular as it th, in ancient English legislation (See Burington's Observations) Gringoire breathed again This was the second time that he had returned to life within an hour So he did not dare to trust to it too irave;!" cried Clopin, rave;! wo you, from the sorceress to her cat, a wench ants this rascal? Holà, Colette la Charonne! Elisabeth Trouvain! Siue! Bérarde Fanouel! Michelle Genaille! Claude Ronge-oreille! Mathurine Girorou!--Holà! Isabeau-la-Thierrye! Cooire, no doubt, was not very appetizing in this abonds did not seem to be much affected by the proposition The unhappy wretch heard the him; there'll be the ed fro wench, with a square face She exaarment orn, and irl oire, "Let's see your cloak!" "I have lost it," replied Gringoire "Your hat?" "They took it away from me" "Your shoes?" "They have hardly any soles left" "Your purse?" "Alas!" sta you, then, and say 'Thank you!'" retorted the vagabond wench, turning her back on him