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I stand in need of money

Gringoire and the entire Court of Miracles were suffering mortal anxiety.For a whole month they had not known what had become of la Esmeralda, which greatly pained the Duke of Egypt and his friends the vagabonds, nor what had become of the goat, which redoubled Gringoire's grief.One evening the gypsy had disappeared HKUE DSE , and since that time had given no signs of life.All search had proved fruitless.Some tormenting bootblacks had told Gringoire about meeting her that same evening near the pont Saint-Michel, going off with an officer; but this husband, after the fashion of Bohemia, was an incredulous philosopher, and besides, he, better than any one else, knew to what a point his wife was virginal.He had been able to form a judgment as to the unconquerable modesty resulting from the combined virtues of the amulet and the gypsy, and he had mathematically calculated the resistance of that chastity to the second power.Accordingly, he was at ease on that score HKUE DSE .

Still he could not understand this disappearance.It was a profound sorrow.He would have grown thin over it, had that been possible.He had forgotten everything, even his literary tastes, even his great work, ~De figuris regularibus et irregularibus~, which it was his intention to have printed with the first money which he should procure (for he had raved over printing, ever since he had seen the "Didascalon" of Hugues de Saint Victor, printed with the celebrated characters of Vindelin de Spire).

One day, as he was passing sadly before the criminal Tournelle, he perceived a considerable crowd at one of the gates of the palais de Justice HKUE DSE .

"What is this?" he inquired of a young man who was coming out.

"I know not, sir," replied the young man."'Tis said that they are trying a woman who hath assassinated a gendarme. It appears that there is sorcery at the bottom of it, the archbishop and the official have intervened in the case, and my brother, who is the archdeacon of Josas, can think of nothing else.Now, I wished to speak with him, but I have not been able to reach him because of the throng, which vexes me greatly

Publicerat klockan 12:11, den 28 september 2016
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