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." "Plutarch?
What next ?" in astonishment.
"I have just bought a copy of Amyot's translation with the money you gave me.

Plutarch is fine, Monsieur." "What shall a gentleman do when his lackey starts to quote Plutarch ?" with mock helplessness.

"Well, lad, read Plutarch and profit.

But keep your grimy hands off my Rabelais, or I'll trounce you." Breton flushed guiltily.