and sigh forth his passion at the feet of the fair Cunegund.
WHAT HAPPENED TO CUNEGUND, CANDIDE, THE
GRAND INQUISITOR, AND THE JEW.
THIS same Issachar was the most choleric little Hebrew that had ever been in Israel since the captivity of Babylon. "What," said he, "thou Galilean slut? the inquisitor was not enough for thee, but this rascal must come in for a share with me?" In uttering these words, he drew out a long poniard, which he always carried about him, and never dreaming that his adversary had any arms, he attacked him most furiously; but our honest Westphalian had received from the old woman a handsome sword with the suit of clothes. Candide drew his rapier, and though he was very gentle and sweet‐ tempered, he laid the Israelite dead on the floor at the fair Cunegund's feet.
"Holy Virgin!" cried she, "what will become of us? A man killed in my apartment! If the peace‐ officers come, we are undone." "Had not Pangloss been hanged," replied Candide, "he would have given us most excellent advice, in this emergency; for he was a profound philosopher. But, since he is not here, let us consult the old woman." She was very sensible, and was beginning to give her advice, when another door opened on a sudden. It was