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CHAP. XXXV.
My father's collection was not great, but to make amends, it was curious; and consequently, he was some time in making it; he had the great good fortune however to set off well, in getting Bruscambille's prologue upon long noses, almost for nothing,—for he gave no more for Bruscambille than three half crowns; owing indeed to the strong fancy which the stall-man saw my father had for the book the moment he laid his hands upon it.—There are not three Bruscumbilles in Christendom,—said the stall-man, except what are chain'd up in the libraries of the curious. My father flung down the money as quick as lightening,—took Bruscambille into his bosom,—hyed homefrom
