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Updated: May 2, 2025
Pierre wished to fulfil Abbe Rose's commission immediately. He followed the Rue des Norvins, on the crest of Montmartre; and, reaching the Rue des Saules, descended by its steep slope, between mossy walls, to the other side of Paris. The three francs which he was holding in his cassock's pocket, filled him at once with gentle emotion and covert anger against the futility of charity.
Eh! but a black cassock's a rare bird nowadays upon the Palace Road." "Is it not wide enough for us both?" returned Constans, as easily as he could. "Oh, of a most noble broadness; I've no complaint to make on that score. It's the length of the way that is troubling me just now this cursed leg of mine! Might I be so bold to ask the loan of your arm so far as the fortress?
They starved my wife; they killed my children. I, too, will kill." "I also," shouted another. "The tithe was my ruin." "The worse avarice is the cassock's," said the visitor. "A day of blood approaches, a day of cutting of priests' throats and burning of churches." "I I can say nothing," another grumbled. "I have always been in rags and a vagabond. Is it my fault?
Pierre wished to fulfil Abbe Rose's commission immediately. He followed the Rue des Norvins, on the crest of Montmartre; and, reaching the Rue des Saules, descended by its steep slope, between mossy walls, to the other side of Paris. The three francs which he was holding in his cassock's pocket, filled him at once with gentle emotion and covert anger against the futility of charity.
"O'dina'y clothes a' clothes in the fashion," she said. "You would have to go to you' taila for a new p'eaching coat with b'aid put on dif'ently, or two buttons instead of th'ee...." "One needn't be fashionable." "Ev'ybody is fash'nable. How can you help it? Some people wea' old fashions; that's all.... A cassock's an old fashion. There's nothing so plain as a cassock."
Pierre wished to fulfil Abbe Rose's commission immediately. He followed the Rue des Norvins, on the crest of Montmartre; and, reaching the Rue des Saules, descended by its steep slope, between mossy walls, to the other side of Paris. The three francs which he was holding in his cassock's pocket, filled him at once with gentle emotion and covert anger against the futility of charity.
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