Toulouse

I remember meeting him once, in Toulouse, at the house of a rich old man who suffered from consumption.

He had known for many years a merchant in Toulouse who, sickly and prone to kidney stones, had needed frequent enemas and had various kinds prescribed by doctors whenever he felt ill.

A servant in Toulouse, accused of heresy, gave as the sole reason for his belief that of his master, a young student jailed with him.

I am sorry he had never heard, that he might have inserted it among his other stories, the saying of a woman, which was told me at Toulouse, who had passed through the handling of some soldiers:

This work seeming to me to be too beautiful and too rich for an author whose name is so little known, and of whom all that we know is that he was a Spaniard, practising physic at Toulouse about two hundred years ago;

I saw in my youth a trial (which Corras, a Councillor of Toulouse, had printed) of a strange incident of two men who presented themselves the one for the other.