windiness of Avignon spoke of in the country about as a proverb⸺I set it down, merely to ask the learned what can be the cause⸺the consequence I saw—for they are all Dukes, Marquisses, and Counts, there⸺the duce a Baron, in all Avignon ⸺so that there is scarce any talking to them on a windy day.
Prithee, friend, said I, take hold of my mule for a moment⸺for I wanted to pull off one of my jackboots, which hurt my heel—the man was standing quite idle at the door of the inn, and as I had taken it into my head, he was someway concerned about the house or stable, I put the bridle into his hand—so begun with the boot:—when I had finished the affair, I turned about to take the mule from the man, and thank him⸺
⸻But Monsieur le Marquis had walked in⸺