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Yourself," said the justice.
A man does not argue with a sword which runs him through and through.
Master Nicless subsided--he cared not on what, on a table, on a form, on
anything that happened to be there--prostrate.
The justice raised his voice, so that if there were people outside, they
might hear.
"Master Nicless Plumptree, keeper of this tavern, this is the last point
to be settled. This mountebank and the wolf are vagabonds. They are
driven away. But the person most in fault is yourself. It is in your
house, and with your consent, that the law has been violated; and you, a
man licensed, invested with a public responsibility, have established
the scandal here. Master Nicless, your licence is taken away; you must
pay the penalty, and go to prison."
The policemen surrounded the innkeeper.
The justice continued, pointing out Govicum,--
"Arrest that boy as an accomplice." The hand of an officer fell upon the
collar of Govicum, who looked at him inquisitively. The boy was not much
alarmed, scarcely understanding the occurrence; having already observed
many things out of the way, he wondered if this were the end of the
comedy.
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