FROM CHARYBDIS TO SCYLLA.
Night comes on early in January. The were already dark when Gringoire from the Courts. This pleased him; he was in to some and alley, in order there to at his ease, and in order that the might place the upon the of the poet. Philosophy, moreover, was his refuge, for he did not know where he was to for the night. After the failure of his venture, he not return to the which he in the Rue Grenier-sur-l’Eau, opposite to the Port-au-Foin, having upon from the for his epithalamium, the to pay Master Guillaume Doulx-Sire, farmer of the taxes on cloven-footed animals in Paris, the rent which he him, that is to say, twelve parisian; twelve times the value of all that he in the world, his trunk-hose, his shirt, and his cap. After a moment, the little of the prison of the of the Sainte-Chappelle, as to the which he would select for the night, having all the of Paris to choose from, he to have noticed the week in the Rue de la Savaterie, at the door of a of the parliament, a for a mule, and to have said to himself that that would furnish, on occasion, a very excellent pillow for a or a poet. He thanked Providence for having sent this happy idea to him; but, as he was preparing to the Place, in order to the of the city, where all those old sister streets, the Rues de la Barillerie, de la Vieille-Draperie, de la Savaterie, de la Juiverie, etc., still to-day, with their nine-story houses, he saw the of the Pope of the Fools, which was also from the house, and across the courtyard, with great cries, a great of torches, and the music which to him, Gringoire. This the pain of his self-love; he fled. In the of his misadventure, which him of the of that day his and it bleed.
He was on the point of to the Pont Saint-Michel; children were about here and there with fire and rockets.
“Pest on candles!” said Gringoire; and he on the Pont au Change. To the house at the of the there had been three small banners, the king, the dauphin, and Marguerite of Flanders, and six little on which were the Duke of Austria, the Cardinal de Bourbon, M. de Beaujeu, and Madame Jeanne de France, and Monsieur the Bastard of Bourbon, and I know not else; all being with torches. The were admiring.
“Happy painter, Jehan Fourbault!” said Gringoire with a sigh; and he his upon the and pennons. A opened him; he it so dark and that he to there from all the as well as from all the of the festival. At the end of a moments his came in with an obstacle; he and fell. It was the May truss, which the of the clerks’ law had deposited that at the door of a president of the parliament, in of the of the day. Gringoire this new heroically; he himself up, and the water’s edge. After him the Tournelle[7] and the tower, and the great of the king’s garden, on that where the to his ankles, he the western point of the city, and for some time the of the Passeur-aux-Vaches, which has the of the Pont Neuf. The appeared to him in the like a black mass, the narrow of water which him from it. One by the of a light the of in the of a where the of took at night.
“Happy ferryman!” Gringoire; “you do not of glory, and you do not make marriage songs! What it to you, if kings and Duchesses of Burgundy marry? You know no other (marguerites) than those which your April your to upon; while I, a poet, am hooted, and shiver, and twelve sous, and the of my shoes are so transparent, that they might as for your lantern! Thanks, ferryman, your rests my eyes, and makes me Paris!”
He was from his almost ecstacy, by a big Saint-Jean cracker, which off from the happy cabin. It was the cow ferryman, who was taking his part in the of the day, and off fireworks.
This Gringoire’s skin up all over.
“Accursed festival!” he exclaimed, “wilt me everywhere? Oh! good God! to the ferryman’s!”
Then he looked at the Seine at his feet, and a took of him:
“Oh!” said he, “I would myself, were the water not so cold!”
Then a to him. It was, since he not from the Pope of the Fools, from Jehan Fourbault’s bannerets, from May trusses, from and crackers, to go to the Place de Grève.
“At least,” he said to himself, “I shall there have a of to warm myself, and I can on some of the three great of sugar which have been on the public refreshment-stall of the city.”
