BOOK FOURTH.
CHAPTER 1. GOOD SOULS.
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"I'm not learned in the matter of children," resumed Agnes,
"but it must be a sin to look at this one."
"'Tis not a child, Agnes."
"'Tis an abortion of a monkey," remarked Gauchère.
"'Tis a miracle," interposed Henriette la Gaultière.
"Then," remarked Agnes, "it is the third since the Sunday
of the Loetare: for, in less than a week, we had the miracle
of the mocker of pilgrims divinely punished by Notre-Dame
d'Aubervilliers, and that was the second miracle within
a month."
"This pretended foundling is a real monster of abomination,"
resumed Jehanne.
"He yells loud enough to deafen a chanter," continued Gauchère.
"Hold your tongue, you little howler!"
"To think that Monsieur of Reims sent this enormity
to Monsieur of Paris," added la Gaultière, clasping
her hands.
"I imagine," said Agnes la Herme, "that it is a beast, an
animal,--the fruit of--a Jew and a sow; something not Christian,
in short, which ought to be thrown into the fire or into
the water."
"I really hope," resumed la Gaultière, "that nobody will
apply for it."
"Ah, good heavens!" exclaimed Agnes; "those poor nurses
yonder in the foundling asylum, which forms the lower end of
the lane as you go to the river, just beside Monseigneur the
bishop! what if this little monster were to be carried to them
to suckle? I'd rather give suck to a vampire."
"How innocent that poor la Herme is!" resumed Jehanne; "don't
you see, sister, that this little monster is at least four years
old, and that he would have less appetite for your breast than
for a turnspit."
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