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Updated: May 27, 2025
"They are all of a piece!" "Down with them!" "Let us do as we did at the archbishop's!" "Or at Saint-Germain-l'Auxerrois!" "What do our likes care for a church?" "If the priests defend the poisoners, we'll pitch them into the water too!" "Yes, yes!" "I'll show you the lead!" cried the quarryman; and followed by Ciboule, and a good number of determined men, he rushed towards Gabriel.
"Don't trouble yourself," said a powerful man, approaching the missionary respectfully; "I can carry him alone." "Shall I run and fetch a coach, Mr. Curate?" said a young vagabond, taking off his red cap. "Right," said the quarryman; "run away, my buck!" "But first, ask Mr. Curate if you are to go for a coach," said Ciboule, stopping the impatient messenger.
"Yes, we will have it!" shouted the quarryman, Ciboule, and others of the more pitiless portion of the mob; whilst a great number remained silent, struck with the words of Gabriel, who had just painted to them, in such lively colors, the frightful act they were about to commit. "Yes," resumed the quarryman, "it is our right; we have determined to kill the poisoner!"
Ciboule had darted upon the phial; the quarryman seized it from her, uncorked it and presenting it to Father d'Aigrigny, said to him: "Now tell us what is that?" "It is not poison," cried Father d'Aigrigny. "Then drink it!" returned the quarryman. "Yes, yes! let him drink it!" cried the mob. "Never," answered Father d'Aigrigny, in extreme alarm.
Over her ragged gown, she wore an old plaid shawl, crossed over her bosom, and tied behind her back. This hag seemed possessed with a demon. This horrible hag exclaimed, in a hoarse voice: "I'll bite the women of the factory; I'll make them bleed." The ferocious words were received with applause by her companions, and with savage cries of "Ciboule forever!" which excited her to frenzy.
"Blood and thunder!" cried he; "are you fetching breath to sing vespers? If they had wine in the font, well and good!" These words were received with a burst of savage laughter. "All this time the villain will escape!" said one. "And we shall be done," added Ciboule. "One would think we had cowards here, who are afraid of the sacristans!" cried the quarryman.
"They are all of a piece!" "Down with them!" "Let us do as we did at the archbishop's!" "Or at Saint-Germain-l'Auxerrois!" "What do our likes care for a church?" "If the priests defend the poisoners, we'll pitch them into the water too!" "Yes, yes!" "I'll show you the lead!" cried the quarryman; and followed by Ciboule, and a good number of determined men, he rushed towards Gabriel.
At the moment he reached it, the unfortunate girl was mechanically guarding her face with both hands against Ciboule, who, furious as the hyena over its prey, was trying to scratch and disfigure her.
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