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"It was easy enough," answered the girl, "for Uncle Andry made the roof o' the place uncommon thick, an' there's a short tunnel leadin' to some bushes by the burn that let us oot at a place that canna be seen frae the hoose. But oh, granny, dinna ask me to speak aboot thae things, for they may be torturin' Uncle Andry at this vera moment.
If Eustache had been more adroit, that is to say, less greedy, he would have continued to wait, and would only have hazarded that simple question, "Mother, can I eat the cake, now?" on their return to the University, to Master Andry Musnier's, Rue Madame la Valence, when he had the two arms of the Seine and the five bridges of the city between the Rat-Hole and the cake.
"Good day, Mister Elector!" "Good night, Madame Electress!" "How happy they are to see all that!" sighed Joannes de Molendino, still perched in the foliage of his capital. Meanwhile, the sworn bookseller of the university, Master Andry Musnier, was inclining his ear to the furrier of the king's robes, Master Gilles Lecornu. "I tell you, sir, that the end of the world has come.
"I'm prood to receive an' welcome ony freend o' my boy Andry," returned the good woman, with a slight gesture that would have become a duchess. "Ay, an' yer son wants ye to receive Wallace's mither as weel. She'll likely be here in a day or twa. She's been sair persecooted of late, puir body, for she's a staunch upholder o' the Covenants."
At once forgetting his own distress, he went to the place and discovered one of the prisoners, a young man, with his head pillowed on a stone, and mire some inches deep for his bed. "Eh, Sandy, are ye sae far gane?" asked Black, kneeling beside him in tender sympathy. "Oh, Andry, man for a breath o' fresh air before I dee!" "Here! ane o' ye," cried Black, "help me to carry Sandy to the crack.
"Hold, I know him" said one of them; "'tis Master Andry Musnier." "Because he is one of the four sworn booksellers of the university!" said the other. "Everything goes by fours in that shop," cried a third; "the four nations, the four faculties, the four feasts, the four procurators, the four electors, the four booksellers."
He changes men into stones, of which he builds towers. He commands fifty legions 'Tis he indeed; I recognize him. Sometimes he is clad in a handsome golden robe, figured after the Turkish fashion." "Where is Bellevigne de l'Etoile?" demanded Clopin. "He is dead." Andry the Red laughed in an idiotic way: "Notre-Dame is making work for the hospital," said he.
"Well," began Jean Frollo once more, "we must play the devil with them."* * Faire le diable a quatre. "Musnier, we'll burn your books." "Musnier, we'll beat your lackeys." "Musnier, we'll kiss your wife." "That fine, big Mademoiselle Oudarde." "Who is as fresh and as gay as though she were a widow." "Devil take you!" growled Master Andry Musnier.
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