END OF THE CROWN WHICH WAS TURNED INTO A DRY LEAF.
When she re-entered the audience hall, and limping, she was with a of pleasure. On the part of the audience there was the of which one at the theatre at the end of the last entr’acte of the comedy, when the and the is about to begin. On the part of the judges, it was the of their sooner.
The little also with joy. He to his mistress, but they had him to the bench.
Night was set in. The candles, number had not been increased, so little light, that the of the not be seen. The there all objects in a of mist. A of alone be discerned. Opposite them, at the of the long hall, they see a white point out against the background. This was the accused.
She had herself to her place. When Charmolue had himself in a manner in his own, he seated himself, then rose and said, without too much self-complacency at his success,—“The has all.”
“Bohemian girl,” the president continued, “have you all your of magic, prostitution, and on Phœbus de Châteaupers.”
Her contracted. She was to the darkness.
“Anything you like,” she feebly, “but kill me quickly!”
“Monsieur, of the king in the courts,” said the president, “the is to you in your charge.”
Master Charmolue an note book, and to read, with many and the of the pleader, an in Latin, all the proofs of the were up in Ciceronian periphrases, with from Plautus, his author. We that we are not able to offer to our readers this piece. The it with action. Before he had the exordium, the was starting from his brow, and his from his head.
All at once, in the middle of a period, he himself, and his glance, so and stupid, menacing.
“Gentlemen,” he (this time in French, for it was not in his copy book), “Satan is so mixed up in this affair, that here he is present at our debates, and making sport of their majesty. Behold!”
So saying, he pointed to the little goat, who, on Charmolue gesticulating, had, in point of fact, it to do the same, and had seated himself on his haunches, to the best of his ability, with his and his the of the king’s in the court. This was, if the reader remembers, one of his accomplishments. This incident, this last proof, produced a great effect. The goat’s were tied, and the king’s the of his eloquence.
It was very long, but the was admirable. Here is the phrase; let the reader add the voice and the of Master Charmolue,
“Ideo, domni, demonstrata, patente, existente, in sanctæ ecclesiæ Nostræ-Dominæ Parisiensis quæ in et in Civitatis insula, præsentium requirere, primo, indemnitatem; secundo, maximum Nostræ-Dominæ, ecclesiæ cathedralis; tertio, in capella, in la Grève, in in Secanæ, regalis, executatæ sint!”[45]
He put on his cap again and seated himself.
“Eheu!” the broken-hearted Gringoire, “bassa latinitas—bastard latin!”
Another man in a black rose near the accused; he was her lawyer. The judges, who were fasting, to grumble.
“Advocate, be brief,” said the president.
“Monsieur the President,” the advocate, “since the has the crime, I have only one word to say to these gentlemen. Here is a text from the Salic law; ‘If a a man, and if she be of it, she shall pay a of eight thousand deniers, which amount to two hundred of gold.’ May it the to my client to the fine?”
“An text,” said the of the king.
“Nego, I it,” the advocate.
“Put it to the vote!” said one of the councillors; “the is manifest, and it is late.”
They to take a vote without the room. The their without their reasons, they were in a hurry. Their were one after the other, in the gloom, at the question to them by the president in a low voice. The had the of looking at them, but her no longer saw.
Then the to write; then he a long to the president.
Then the girl the people moving, the clashing, and a voice saying to her,—
“Bohemian wench, on the day when it shall good to our lord the king, at the hour of noon, you will be taken in a tumbrel, in your shift, with feet, and a rope about your neck, the portal of Notre-Dame, and you will there make an with a of the weight of two in your hand, and you will be to the Place de Grève, where you will be and on the town gibbet; and your goat; and you will pay to the official three lions of gold, in of the by you and by you confessed, of and magic, and murder, upon the person of the Sieur Phœbus de Châteaupers. May God have on your soul!”
“Oh! ’tis a dream!” she murmured; and she hands her away.
