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In the street called the Corsia de' Servi there was, and is

still, a bakery of the same name,-a name that signifies in Tuscan

the _Shop of the Crutches_, and in Milanese is composed of such

barbarous words, that it is impossible to discover their sound

from any rule of the language.[4] To this place the throng

approached: the shopkeepers were listening to the sad relation of

the boys, who had but just escaped with their lives, when they

heard a distant murmur, and beheld the crowd advancing.

[4] El prestin di scansc.