Hey! what?
why, soldiers are soldiers, and you are nothing but civilian beggars; they've a right, they think, to sabre peasants, the devil take you!" "Well, well," said Tonsard, "what is there in all that to frighten you like kids?
What can they get out of my mother and daughters?
Put 'em in prison?
well, then they must feed them; and the Shopman can't imprison the whole country.

Besides, prisoners are better fed at the king's expense than they are at their own; and they're kept warmer, too." "You are a pack of fools!" roared Fourchon.

"Better gnaw at the bourgeois than attack him in front; otherwise, you'll get your backs broke.

If you like the galleys, so be it,--that's another thing! You don't work as hard there as you do in the fields, true enough; but you don't have your liberty." "Perhaps it would be well," said Vaudoyer, who was among the more valiant in counsel, "if some of us risked our skins to deliver the neighborhood of that Languedoc fellow who has planted himself at the gate of the Avonne." "Do Michaud's business for him ?" said Nicolas; "I'm good for that." "Things are not ripe for it," said old Fourchon.

"We should risk too much, my children.