'messire，'answered
gringoire
plaintively，'it
is in very
truth a
preposterous
outfit，and
you behold
me about
as
comfortable
as a cat
with a
pumpkin on
its
head.it
is，i
acknowledge，an
ill deed
on my part
to expose
the
gentlemen
of the
watch to
the risk
of
belabouring，under
this
motley
coat，the
back of a
pythagorean
philosopher.but
what would
you，my
reverend
master？the
fault lies
with my
old
doublet，which
basely
deserted
me at the
beginning
of winter
under the
protest
that it
