and
anastrephopody)，
otherwise
torsion
downwards
andupwards，
monsier
homais，
with all
sorts of
arguments，
was
exhorting
the lad
atthe inn
to submit
to the
operation.
“you will
scarcely
feel，
probably，
a
slightpain；
it is a
simple
prick，
like a
little
blood-letting，
less than
theextraction
of certain
corns.”
hippolyte，
reflecting，
rolled his
stupideyes.
“however，”
continuedthe
chemist，
“it
doesn'tconcern
me. it's
for your
sake， for
pure
humanity！
ishould
like to
