wants this rascal? Hol�, Colette la Charonne! Elisabeth Trouvain! Simone Jodouyne! Marie Pi�debou! Thonne la Longue! B�rarde Fanouel! Michelle Genaille! Claude Ronge-oreille! Mathurine Girorou! — Hol�! Isabeau-la-Thierrye! Come and see! A man for nothing! Who wants him?”
Gringoire, no doubt, was not very appetizing in this miserable condition. The female vagabonds did not seem to be much affected by the proposition.
The unhappy wretch heard them answer: “No! no! hang him; there’ll be the more fun for us all!”
Nevertheless, three emerged from the throng and came to smell of him. The first was a big wench, with a square face. She examined the philosopher’s deplorable doublet attentively. His garment was worn, and more