The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Book 10 Chapter 3 Page 18

A fine hostelry of Beelzebub, where the hussies comb their heads with the forks!

“Et je n’ai moi, Par la sang-Dieu! Ni foi, ni loi, Ni feu, ni lieu, Ni roi, Ni Dieu.”

In the meantime, Clopin Trouillefou had finished the distribution of arms.

He approached Gringoire, who appeared to be plunged in a profound revery, with his feet on an andiron.

“Friend Pierre,” said the King of Thunes, “what the devil are you thinking about?”

Gringoire turned to him with a melancholy smile.

“I love the fire, my dear lord. Not for the trivial reason that fire warms the feet or cooks our soup, but because it has sparks.