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"Stop! my cake!" said he, rubbing both ears alternatively with his shoulders, which, in such cases, is the supreme sign of discontent. The three women retraced their steps, and, on arriving in the vicinity of the Tour-Roland, Oudarde said to the other two, "We must not all three gaze into the hole at once, for fear of alarming the recluse.
"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.
"No," said Gervais, "'tis said that they come from Spain and Catalonia." "Catalonia? 'tis possible," replied Oudarde. "Pologne, Catalogue, Valogne, I always confound those three provinces, One thing is certain, that they are gypsies." "Who certainly," added Gervaise, "have teeth long enough to eat little children.
Plump and worthy Oudarde was preparing to retort, and the quarrel might, perhaps, have proceeded to a pulling of caps, had not Mahiette suddenly exclaimed, "Look at those people assembled yonder at the end of the bridge! There is something in their midst that they are looking at!" "In sooth," said Gervaise, "I hear the sounds of a tambourine.
"Well," resumed Oudarde, presenting her with a flagon; "here is some hippocras which will warm you; drink it." Again she shook her head, looked at Oudarde fixedly and replied, "Water." Oudarde persisted, "No, sister, that is no beverage for January. You must drink a little hippocras and eat this leavened cake of maize, which we have baked for you."
She would steal my child from me! Come, Eustache!" And she set out on a run along the quay towards the Greve, until she had left the bridge far behind her. In the meanwhile, the child whom she was dragging after her fell upon his knees; she halted breathless. Oudarde and Gervaise rejoined her. "That gypsy steal your child from you!" said Gervaise. "That's a singular freak of yours!"
"I admit," replied Mahiette, "that it is only in Paris that such Flemings can be seen." "Did you see among the embassy, that big ambassador who is a hosier?" asked Oudarde. "Yes," said Mahiette. "He has the eye of a Saturn." "And the big fellow whose face resembles a bare belly?" resumed Gervaise.
For what do you take us, Gervaise?" It is certain that the provincial was on the point of taking offence, for the honor of her pillory. Fortunately, that discreet damoiselle, Oudarde Musnier, turned the conversation in time. "By the way, Damoiselle Mahiette, what say you to our Flemish Ambassadors? Have you as fine ones at Reims?"
And as though fatigued with having said so much, she dropped her head on her knees again. The simple and charitable Oudarde, who fancied that she understood from her last words that she was complaining of the cold, replied innocently, "Then you would like a little fire?"
"So true is it that they supped at the Hotel-de-Ville," replied Oudarde but little affected by this catalogue, "that such a triumph of viands and comfits has never been seen." "I tell you that they were served by Le Sec, sergeant of the city, at the Hotel du Petit-Bourbon, and that that is where you are mistaken." "At the Hotel-de-Ville, I tell you!"
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