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the stone balusters.     They appear to scowl, grin, sneer, or stedfastly
watch the great city, so that the towers seem to be manned by devils
and monsters.  (One, I noticed, was devouring a struggling dog.)
Ascending still further, we soon reached the very summit of the north
tower, (from which Dom Claude is precipitated by Quasimodo, in the
story,) and are full two hundred feet above Paris.    Here are more
monsters, oddy curven spouts, and another noble view. (Very strange
must the effect be, after a heavy rain storm to see these fantastic
gutterheads vomiting water.)     Descending, seeing the bells, (are
any of Quasimodo�s seraglio there now?) down the other tower, past
Dom Claude�s cell, (where some one had chalked �ANA�TKA on the 
door,) and to dinner at our hotel.     A promenade in the evening
along the print-shops by the Seine, taking shelter from a shower of
rain in a wine shop, then over the bridge, and towards the Champs
Elysee.     All the women abroad vouchsafed so liberal a display
of handsome legs, that all the admiration of sexual beauty in one�s
nature was stirred up.   One lady pedestrian there was, who went
before us for twenty minutes in the grounds fronting the Tuileries,
(as we turned back from an abortive attempt to reach the Arc de
l�Etoile,) whose beautiful legs and exquisite walk might have lit
up a fire in the breast of Saint Anthony.     
                          To the Boulevard Italiens, &
by 11, to our hotel.
  15. Friday.  Up by 6, and with Doctor Holton, Marshall
and my brothers to the adjacent Ecole de Medecine.  A great throng of
students and Doctors visiting the various patients, � one a man with
a gangrened toe � pah !     Escaped from the Doctor, who wanted to               
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