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Dom Claude shook his wrinkled head: "~Qui non laborat~--"

Jehan did not allow hi live joy! I will live in the tavern, I will fight, I will break pots and I will go and see the wenches" And thereupon, he hurled his cap at the wall, and snapped his fingers like castanets

The archdeacon surveyed hiloomy air

"Jehan, you have no soul"

"In that case, according to Epicurius, I lack a so which has no na your ways"

"Oh, co in turn at his brother and the ale is preposterous here, both ideas and bottles!"

"Jehan, you are on a very slippery doard road Do you knohither you are going?"

"To the wine-shop," said Jehan

"The wine-shop leads to the pillory"

"'Tis as good a lantern as any other, and perchance with that one, Diogenes would have found his allows is a balance which has a man at one end and the whole earth at the other 'Tis fine to be thefire"

"Jehan, Jehan, the end will be bad"

"The beginning will have been good"

At that moment, the sound of a footstep was heard on the staircase

"Silence!" said the archdeacon, laying his finger on his mouth, "here is Master Jacques Listen, Jehan," he added, in a low voice; "have a care never to speak of what you shall have seen or heard here Hide yourself quickly under the furnace, and do not breathe"

The scholar concealed himself; just then a happy idea occurred to hi"

"Silence! I proive it tohis purse at hiain, and the door opened