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prepared for such audacity. I pretended to go up to Marcasse and speak to him, as though quite unconcerned about the presence of my enemy. Seeing this he gently thrust aside the mole-catcher, and, laying his heavy hand on my head, said very quietly:
"You have grown of late, my fine gentleman!"
The blood rushed to my face, and, drawing back scornfully, I answered:
"Take care what you are doing, clodhopper; you should remember that if you still have your two ears, it is to my kindness that you owe them."
"My two ears!" said Patience, with a bitter laugh.
Then making an allusion to the nickname of my family, he added:
"Perhaps you mean my two hamstrings? Patience, patience! The time, maybe, is not far distant when clodhoppers will rid the nobles of neither ears nor hamstrings, but of their heads and their purses."
"Silence, Master Patience!" said the mole-catcher solemnly; "these are not the words of a philosopher."
"You are right, quite right," replied the sorcerer; "and in truth, I don't know why I allow myself to argue with this lad. He might have had me made into pap by his uncles. I whipped him in the summer for playing me a stupid trick; and I don't know what happened to the family, but the Mauprats lost a fine chance of injuring a neighbour."
"Learn, peasant," I said, "that a nobleman always takes vengeance nobly. I did not want my wrongs avenged by people more powerful than yourself; but wait a couple of years; I promise I will hang you with my own hand on a certain tree that I shall easily recognise, not very far from the door of Gazeau Tower. If I don't I
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