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One evening the canon began discoursing concerning the devil and the grave agonies, penances, tortures, etc., which God will get warm for the accursed, and the good Chiquon hearing it, began to open his eyes as wide as the door of an oven, at the statement, without believing a word of it. "What," said the canon, "are you not a Christian?" "In that, yes," answered Chiquon.
"No," replied the canon, smiling, "because I shall have made my will in proper form, the inheritance will be to the sharpest of you three; I am so near to the future, that I can therein see clearly your destinies." And the wily canon cast upon Chiquon a glance full of malice, like a decoy bird would have thrown upon a little one to draw him into her net.
Tomorrow the bailiffs seize everything that's here, and he who has no more money than virtue, reproached me because I wished to be agreeable to a handsome gentlemen, who would save me from the hands of justice. "Pasquerette, I'll break every bone in your skin." "There, there!" said Chiquon, whom the Mau-cinge had just recognised, "is that all? Oh, well, my good friend, I bring you a large sum."
"Well, there is a paradise for the good; is it not necessary to have a hell for the wicked?" "Yes, Mr. Canon; but the devil's of no use. If you had here a wicked man who turned everything upside down; would you not kick him out of doors?" "Yes, Chiquon."
Thereupon the two other nephews entered, and perceiving from the voice of the canon that he did not dislike Chiquon very much, and that the jeremiads which he had made concerning him were simple tricks to disguise the affection which he bore him, looked at each other in great astonishment. Then, seeing their uncle laughing, they said to him
At these words Chiquon was much astonished, and stared at the canon; found his manner gay, his eye sharp, and his feet crooked; but as he had to arrange matters concerning the death which menaced him, he thought to himself that he would always have leisure to admire the canon, or to cut his nails, and he trotted off quickly through the town, as a little woman trots towards her pleasure.
He is dead, thought Chiquon. At this moment the door of the room opened, and he still saw the canon, who, his nose frozen, came back from church. "Ho, ho!" said Chiquon, "my dear Uncle, are you out of your senses?
"What do you think of Chiquon?" said Pille-grue to Mau-cinge. "I think, I think," said the soldier, growling, "that I think of hiding myself in the Rue d'Hierusalem, to put his head below his feet; he can pick it up again if he likes."
"And if I were of your opinion I should have no care of my very youthful years in which I held confessions at least ten times a day." "Confess again, Mr. Canon. I assure you that will be a precious merit on high." "There, there! Do you mean it?" "Yes, Mr. Canon." "Thou dost not tremble, Chiquon, to deny the devil?" "I trouble no more about it than a sheaf of corn."
"Go on," said the wife, "go on, it's the lid shaking." "No, my dear, it's the bolt." And without any other opposition the chest slid gently down the stairs. "Ho there, carrier!" said the jeweller, and Chiquon came whistling his mules, and the good apprentices lifted the litigious chest into the cart. "Hi, hi!" said the advocate. "Master, the chest is speaking," said an apprentice.
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