The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Book 10 Chapter 3 Page 17

excellent goldsmith, and that the five trades of the good city of Paris are the tanners, the tawers, the makers of cross-belts, the purse-makers, and the sweaters, and that Saint Laurent was burnt with eggshells.

I swear to you, comrades.

“Que je ne beuvrai de piment,

Devant un an, si je cy ment.

“‘Tis moonlight, my charmer; see yonder through the window how the wind is tearing the clouds to tatters! Even thus will I do to your gorget. — Wenches, wipe the children’s noses and snuff the candles. — Christ and Mahom! What am I eating here, Jupiter? Oh�! innkeeper! the hair which is not on the heads of your hussies one finds in your omelettes. Old woman! I like bald omelettes. May the devil confound you! —