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The arrulous poet chatter on He continued to struggle against the violent and narrow current, which separates the prow of the City and the stem of the island of Notre-Dame, which we call to-day the Isle St Louis

"By the way, oire suddenly "At the ed outcasts, did your reverence observe that poor little devil whose skull your deaf allery of the kings? I anize hier answered not a word But he suddenly ceased rowing, his arh broken, his head sank on his breast, and la Esh convulsively She shuddered She had heard such sighs before

The boat, abandoned to itself, floated for several minutes with the stream But the man in black finally recovered hiainst the current He doubled the point of the Isle of Notre Da-place of the Port an Foin

"Ah!" said Gringoire, "yonder is the Barbeau roup of black roofs which les yonder, above that heap of black, fibrous grimy, dirty clouds, where the moon is co whose shell is broken--'Tis a fine mansion There is a chapel croith a small vault full of very well carved enrichments Above, you can see the bell tower, very delicately pierced There is also a pleasant garden, which consists of a pond, an aviary, an echo, a mall, a labyrinth, a house for wild beasts, and a quantity of leafy alleys very agreeable to Venus There is also a rascal of a tree which is called 'the lewd,' because it favored the pleasures of a faallant and a wit--Alas! we poor philosophers are to a constable as a plot of cabbages or a radish bed to the garden of the Louvre What reat as well as for us, is a ood and evil Pain is always by the side of joy, the spondee by the dactyl--Master, I must relate to you the history of the Barbeau ic fashion It was in 1319, in the reign of Philippe V, the longest reign of the kings of France The moral of the story is that the tenant Let us not rest our glance too long on our neighbor's wife, however gratified our senses ht Adultery is a prying into the pleasures of others--Ohé! the noise yonder is redoubling!"