"The devil take you!" growled Maitre Andry "Maitre Andry" said Jehan, still hanging by the capital, "hold your tongue, or l'll drop on your head." Maître Andry looked up, seemed to callculate for a square of a moment the height of the pillar and thee weight of the little rogue,multiplied in his mind that height by the square of the velocity, and was silent.

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