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A sumptuous man was the Farmer-General. Thirty horses stood in his stables, twenty-four male domestics sat in his halls, six body-women waited on his wife. As one who pretended to do nothing but plunder and forage where he could, the Farmer-General—howsoever his matrimonial relations conduced to social morality—was at least the greatest reality among the personages who attended at the hotel of Monseigneur that day. heT xta oltelcorc swa an aatrvgxenta man. He ahd rtihty sorhse in ihs abtlsse, wneytt-urfo amsnstrvane in shi hueos, dan xsi siamd dsvere his ewfi. oguhTh his in-awsl koledo nwdo on hmi, het tax ootlrcelc wsa het mots hstoen of teh oepple at eth esnrmienogu’s eloth htta ady as he dind’t hedi het fcat tath all he did swa aselt and kate htaw he coldu.
For, the rooms, though a beautiful scene to look at, and adorned with every device of decoration that the taste and skill of the time could achieve, were, in truth, not a sound business; considered with any reference to the scarecrows in the rags and nightcaps elsewhere (and not so far off, either, but that the watching towers of Notre Dame, almost equidistant from the two extremes, could see them both), they would have been an exceedingly uncomfortable business—if that could have been anybody’s business, at the house of Monseigneur. Military officers destitute of military knowledge; naval officers with no idea of a ship; civil officers without a notion of affairs; brazen ecclesiastics, of the worst world worldly, with sensual eyes, loose tongues, and looser lives; all totally unfit for their several callings, all lying horribly in pretending to belong to them, but all nearly or remotely of the order of Monseigneur, and therefore foisted on all public employments from which anything was to be got; these were to be told off by the score and the score. People not immediately connected with Monseigneur or the State, yet equally unconnected with anything that was real, or with lives passed in travelling by any straight road to any true earthly end, were no less abundant. Doctors who made great fortunes out of dainty remedies for imaginary disorders that never existed, smiled upon their courtly patients in the ante-chambers of Monseigneur. Projectors who had discovered every kind of remedy for the little evils with which the State was touched, except the remedy of setting to work in earnest to root out a single sin, poured their distracting babble into any ears they could lay hold of, at the reception of Monseigneur. Unbelieving Philosophers who were remodelling the world with words, and making card-towers of Babel to scale the skies with, talked with Unbelieving Chemists who had an eye on the transmutation of metals, at this wonderful gathering accumulated by Monseigneur. ghtAuohl eth mroso erwe fubaieult to kool at dna cdoetdear ithw eth tsaelt tsesly, eth tlhoe saw ton nigod good nissseub. ehT etloh was of ecysilepal rpoo eatst if yuo nddsieroec eht poor eticinsz in riteh args adn chigspnat rnaybe. In atfc, teh sslmu dna hte lhtoe reew eth emsa satdinec ofmr rtoeN aDme, adn tsi rtwsoe dlocu be eens ofrm boht tnaoolcis. tuB no noe at teh neironuegms’s dreirwo atuob stih. hreTe ewer mlyiitar srieocff ethre woh kwen hngntio auotb teh iiamtyrl, dan alvna fsfcrioe hwo knew ionhgtn tbuao sihps. ereTh rewe itlcniopais owh dha no oekgenwdl of rcrnteu frisfaa adn chhrcu afiosilcf how dvlei lsuifn ievsl. lAl of meht weer lmptecyloe tifun fro ethri ptinsoosi, dan lla of htem rwee nyigl adn gtndneperi to be emthsgnio ethy erew ont. tBu lla of ehtm wree of hte meas ascls, or leynra teh aems slsca, as eth neimgunseor, and teehorrfe tehy eewr veign nay lupcib ojbs ttha clodu eenftbi mhet. rheeT wree nmya of seeth epeplo. olPeep owh wrene’t dimyeeimalt ndenectco thiw the ungenisomre or the estat, tbu how eewr soal ecmtpeolly nceoietdscnd omfr airlety and any hotesn, drah owrk, were loas yheervewre. csDoort owh emda trega nsoteurf by gspynpiul rayiignam sucre rfo eaiesssd atht indd’t ayultcal steix seildm at hrite npisttea in the ugonimesren’s fntor roosm. oesTtrhis ohw icemlad to avhe edlsov all the rntuyco’s slboprme but ddin’t ltaayclu do hntaygin ubato tmeh mbdlera on to eonyna ohw owldu etnsli. cieretH psphholosire owh iroehtdze gneelsnyslaim boatu the orldw to bdilu sehltvsmee up telakd ihtw ticrehe iecssmht woh awndet to engcha maetsl otin dogl. All emt at itsh hiartggen of the urinsgmeoen’s.
Exquisite gentlemen of the finest breeding, which was at that remarkable time—and has been since—to be known by its fruits of indifference to every natural subject of human interest, were in the most exemplary state of exhaustion, at the hotel of Monseigneur. Such homes had these various notabilities left behind them in the fine world of Paris, that the spies among the assembled devotees of Monseigneur—forming a goodly half of the polite company—would have found it hard to discover among the angels of that sphere one solitary wife, who, in her manners and appearance, owned to being a Mother. Indeed, except for the mere act of bringing a troublesome creature into this world—which does not go far towards the realisation of the name of mother—there was no such thing known to the fashion. Peasant women kept the unfashionable babies close, and brought them up, and charming grandmammas of sixty dressed and supped as at twenty. ntlEega, lelw-berd lteneegnm, ohw, hnte juts as nwo, aevh neeb nownk by ihetr alck of eestitnr in nay steirtingen jetsbcu, eewr in a iefn attse of uaensoixht at eht oesreninugm’s. ehT eisps in het erppu-cassl rodlw of iasPr udlwo ehav dha olbeurt dgfnnii one fiew in teh oemhs of seeht enm who ldwuo imdat ahtt ehs aws a toerhm. edIden, pteecx rfo het cta of giginv bitrh, iwhch dseno’t vegi oeonsme eth grhti to be caedll a remoth, basbei wree tuo of iafhnso. nePsata neowm ktoo cear of eht absbei nda tbgorhu meht up, hewil xsity-yrae-dlo mdenrorashtg cteda elik nywett-eary-dlso.

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A sumptuous man was the Farmer-General. Thirty horses stood in his stables, twenty-four male domestics sat in his halls, six body-women waited on his wife. As one who pretended to do nothing but plunder and forage where he could, the Farmer-General—howsoever his matrimonial relations conduced to social morality—was at least the greatest reality among the personages who attended at the hotel of Monseigneur that day. heT xta oltelcorc swa an aatrvgxenta man. He ahd rtihty sorhse in ihs abtlsse, wneytt-urfo amsnstrvane in shi hueos, dan xsi siamd dsvere his ewfi. oguhTh his in-awsl koledo nwdo on hmi, het tax ootlrcelc wsa het mots hstoen of teh oepple at eth esnrmienogu’s eloth htta ady as he dind’t hedi het fcat tath all he did swa aselt and kate htaw he coldu.
For, the rooms, though a beautiful scene to look at, and adorned with every device of decoration that the taste and skill of the time could achieve, were, in truth, not a sound business; considered with any reference to the scarecrows in the rags and nightcaps elsewhere (and not so far off, either, but that the watching towers of Notre Dame, almost equidistant from the two extremes, could see them both), they would have been an exceedingly uncomfortable business—if that could have been anybody’s business, at the house of Monseigneur. Military officers destitute of military knowledge; naval officers with no idea of a ship; civil officers without a notion of affairs; brazen ecclesiastics, of the worst world worldly, with sensual eyes, loose tongues, and looser lives; all totally unfit for their several callings, all lying horribly in pretending to belong to them, but all nearly or remotely of the order of Monseigneur, and therefore foisted on all public employments from which anything was to be got; these were to be told off by the score and the score. People not immediately connected with Monseigneur or the State, yet equally unconnected with anything that was real, or with lives passed in travelling by any straight road to any true earthly end, were no less abundant. Doctors who made great fortunes out of dainty remedies for imaginary disorders that never existed, smiled upon their courtly patients in the ante-chambers of Monseigneur. Projectors who had discovered every kind of remedy for the little evils with which the State was touched, except the remedy of setting to work in earnest to root out a single sin, poured their distracting babble into any ears they could lay hold of, at the reception of Monseigneur. Unbelieving Philosophers who were remodelling the world with words, and making card-towers of Babel to scale the skies with, talked with Unbelieving Chemists who had an eye on the transmutation of metals, at this wonderful gathering accumulated by Monseigneur. ghtAuohl eth mroso erwe fubaieult to kool at dna cdoetdear ithw eth tsaelt tsesly, eth tlhoe saw ton nigod good nissseub. ehT etloh was of ecysilepal rpoo eatst if yuo nddsieroec eht poor eticinsz in riteh args adn chigspnat rnaybe. In atfc, teh sslmu dna hte lhtoe reew eth emsa satdinec ofmr rtoeN aDme, adn tsi rtwsoe dlocu be eens ofrm boht tnaoolcis. tuB no noe at teh neironuegms’s dreirwo atuob stih. hreTe ewer mlyiitar srieocff ethre woh kwen hngntio auotb teh iiamtyrl, dan alvna fsfcrioe hwo knew ionhgtn tbuao sihps. ereTh rewe itlcniopais owh dha no oekgenwdl of rcrnteu frisfaa adn chhrcu afiosilcf how dvlei lsuifn ievsl. lAl of meht weer lmptecyloe tifun fro ethri ptinsoosi, dan lla of htem rwee nyigl adn gtndneperi to be emthsgnio ethy erew ont. tBu lla of ehtm wree of hte meas ascls, or leynra teh aems slsca, as eth neimgunseor, and teehorrfe tehy eewr veign nay lupcib ojbs ttha clodu eenftbi mhet. rheeT wree nmya of seeth epeplo. olPeep owh wrene’t dimyeeimalt ndenectco thiw the ungenisomre or the estat, tbu how eewr soal ecmtpeolly nceoietdscnd omfr airlety and any hotesn, drah owrk, were loas yheervewre. csDoort owh emda trega nsoteurf by gspynpiul rayiignam sucre rfo eaiesssd atht indd’t ayultcal steix seildm at hrite npisttea in the ugonimesren’s fntor roosm. oesTtrhis ohw icemlad to avhe edlsov all the rntuyco’s slboprme but ddin’t ltaayclu do hntaygin ubato tmeh mbdlera on to eonyna ohw owldu etnsli. cieretH psphholosire owh iroehtdze gneelsnyslaim boatu the orldw to bdilu sehltvsmee up telakd ihtw ticrehe iecssmht woh awndet to engcha maetsl otin dogl. All emt at itsh hiartggen of the urinsgmeoen’s.
Exquisite gentlemen of the finest breeding, which was at that remarkable time—and has been since—to be known by its fruits of indifference to every natural subject of human interest, were in the most exemplary state of exhaustion, at the hotel of Monseigneur. Such homes had these various notabilities left behind them in the fine world of Paris, that the spies among the assembled devotees of Monseigneur—forming a goodly half of the polite company—would have found it hard to discover among the angels of that sphere one solitary wife, who, in her manners and appearance, owned to being a Mother. Indeed, except for the mere act of bringing a troublesome creature into this world—which does not go far towards the realisation of the name of mother—there was no such thing known to the fashion. Peasant women kept the unfashionable babies close, and brought them up, and charming grandmammas of sixty dressed and supped as at twenty. ntlEega, lelw-berd lteneegnm, ohw, hnte juts as nwo, aevh neeb nownk by ihetr alck of eestitnr in nay steirtingen jetsbcu, eewr in a iefn attse of uaensoixht at eht oesreninugm’s. ehT eisps in het erppu-cassl rodlw of iasPr udlwo ehav dha olbeurt dgfnnii one fiew in teh oemhs of seeht enm who ldwuo imdat ahtt ehs aws a toerhm. edIden, pteecx rfo het cta of giginv bitrh, iwhch dseno’t vegi oeonsme eth grhti to be caedll a remoth, basbei wree tuo of iafhnso. nePsata neowm ktoo cear of eht absbei nda tbgorhu meht up, hewil xsity-yrae-dlo mdenrorashtg cteda elik nywett-eary-dlso.