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"'Tis a fine profession that you are engaged in!" replied the archdeacon

"I agree, my master, that 'tis better to philosophize and poetize, to blow the flame in the furnace, or to receive it from carry cats on a shield So, when you addressed me, I was as foolish as an ass before a turnspit But ould you have, messire? One must eat every day, and the finest Alexandrine verses are not worth a bit of Brie cheese Now, I uerite of Flanders, that famous epithalamium, as you know, and the city will not pay h one could give a tragedy of Sophocles for four crowns! Hence, I was on the point of dying with hunger Happily, I found that I was rather strong in the jaw; so I said to this jaw,--perforth and of equilibriuars who have becoht ive tothe day by the sweat of rant that it is a sad employment for my intellectual faculties, and thatthe ta chairs But, reverend master, it is not sufficient to pass one's life, one must earn the means for life''

Dom Claude listened in silence All at once his deep-set eye assuoire felt himself, so to speak, searched to the bottoood, Master Pierre; but how coypsy dancer?"

"In faith!" said Gringoire, "'tis because she is loomy eyes flashed into fla Gringoire's arm with fury; "have you been so abandoned by God as to raise your hand against that girl?"

"On oire, tre in every limb, "I swear to you that I have never touched her, if that is what disturbs you"

"Then why do you talk of husband and wife?" said the priest Gringoire made haste to relate to him as succinctly as possible, all that the reader already knows, his adventure in the Court of Miracles and the broken-crock e had led to no results whatever, and that each evening the gypsy girl cheated hiht as on the first day "'Tis a mortification," he said in conclusion, "but that is because I have had the in"