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"They wish to keep possession of their understandings, so as to

tell lies skilfully," added another.

"Ah!" cried Renzo, "that is the poet who spoke. Then hear my

reasons. Answer me, host. Ferrer, who is the best of all of them,

has he ever been here to drink the health of any one, and to

spend so much as a farthing? And this dog of an assassin, this

Don --? I must be silent, because I am too much in the humour for

babbling. Ferrer, and Father Crr--, I know, are two honest men.

But there are few honest men. The old are worse than the young;

and the young-are much worse than the old. I am glad there was no

blood shed, these are things we must leave to the hangman. Bread!

Oh yes, for that I have had many a thrust, but I have also given

some. Make way! Abundance! vivat! And Ferrer too-some words in

Latin,-Si es baraos trapolorum. Cursed fault! vivat! justice!

bread! Ah, those are good words! We had need of them. When we

heard that cursed ton, ton, ton, and then again, ton, ton, ton,

the question was not of flight; but hold the signor curate to-I,

I know what I am thinking of."