teeth, and spare him.' The tears came into the hangman's eyes, but the

king's will was stronger than the tears; and every week two little

teeth were brought to him on a silver plate; he had demanded them, and

he had them. I fancy that Death took these two teeth out of the

savings bank of life, and gave them to Louis XI, to carry with him

on the great journey into the land of immortality; they fly before him

like two flames of fire; they shine and burn, and they bite him, the

"Yes, that's a serious journey, the omnibus ride on the great