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ivetheideaofimprovingonhis method,andhaulingupmenbythoseropesandpulleys,toflare uponthedarknessoftheircondition.But,thetimewasnotcome yetandeverywindthatblewoverFranceshooktheragsofthe scarecrowsinvain,forthebirds,fineofsongandfeather,tookno warning. Thewine-shopwasacornershop,betterthanmostothersinits appearanceanddegree,andthemasterofthewine-shophad stoodoutsideit,inayellowwaistcoatandgreenbreeches,looking onatthestruggleforthelostwine.“It’snotmyaffair,”saidhe, withafinalshrugoftheshoulders.“Thepeoplefromthemarket didit.Letthembringanother.” There,hiseyeshappeningtocatchthetalljokerwritinguphis joke,hecalledtohimacrosstheway: “Say,then,myGaspard,whatdoyoudothere?” Thefellowpointedtohisjokewithimmensesignificance,asis oftenthewaywithhistribe.Itmisseditsmark,andcompletely failed,asisoftenthewaywit