The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Book 7 Chapter 6 Page 7

without their noticing him, so deeply were they absorbed in contemplation of the purse.

Phoebus exclaimed: “A purse in your pocket, Jehan!

‘tis the moon in a bucket of water, one sees it there but ‘tis not there. There is nothing but its shadow. Pardieu! let us wager that these are pebbles!”

Jehan replied coldly: “Here are the pebbles wherewith

I pave my fob!”

And without adding another word, he emptied the purse on a neighboring post, with the air of a Roman saving his country.

“True God!” muttered Phoebus, “targes, big-blanks, little blanks, mailles, every two worth one of Tournay, farthings of Paris, real eagle liards!