CHAPTERV。
　　THEKEYTOTHEREDDOOR。
　　Inthemeantime，publicminorhadinformedthearchdeaconofthemiraculousmannerinwhichthegypsyhadbeensaved。Whenhelearnedit，heknewnotwhathissensationswere。HehadreconciledhimselftolaEsmeralda’sdeath。
　　Inthatmatterhewastranquil；hehadreachedthebottomofpersonalsuffering。ThehumanheartDoraClaudehadmeditateduponthesematterscancontainonlyacertainquantityofdespair。Whenthespongeissaturated，theseamaypassoveritwithoutcausingasingledropmoretoenterit。
　　Now，withlaEsmeraldadead，thespongewassoaked，allwasatanendonthisearthforDomClaude。Buttofeelthatshewasalive，andPhoebusalso，meantthattortures，shocks，alternatives，life，werebeginningagain。AndClaudewaswearyofallthis。
　　Whenheheardthisnews，heshuthimselfinhiscellinthecloister。Heappearedneitheratthemeetingsofthechapternorattheservices。Heclosedhisdooragainstall，evenagainstthebishop。Heremainedthusimmuredforseveralweeks。Hewasbelievedtobeill。Andsohewas，infact。
　　Whatdidhedowhilethusshutup？Withwhatthoughtswastheunfortunatemancontending？Washegivingfinalbattletohisformidablepassion？Washeconcoctingafinalplanofdeathforherandofperditionforhimself？
　　HisJehan，hischerishedbrother，hisspoiledchild，cameoncetohisdoor，knocked，swore，entreated，gavehisnamehalfascoreoftimes。Claudedidnotopen。
　　Hepassedwholedayswithhisfaceclosetothepanesofhiswindow。Fromthatwindow，situatedinthecloister，hecouldseelaEsmeralda’schamber。Heoftensawherselfwithhergoat，sometimeswithQuasimodo。Heremarkedthelittleattentionsoftheuglydeafman，hisobedience，hisdelicateandsubmissivewayswiththegypsy。Herecalled，forhehadagoodmemory，andmemoryisthetormentorofthejealous，herecalledthesingularlookofthebellringer，bentonthedanceruponacertainevening。HeaskedhimselfwhatmotivecouldhaveimpelledQuasimodotosaveher。
　　Hewasthewitnessofathousandlittlescenesbetweenthegypsyandthedeafman，thepantomimeofwhich，viewedfromafarandcommentedonbyhispassion，appearedverytendertohim。Hedistrustedthecapriciousnessofwomen。
　　Thenhefeltajealousywhichbecouldneverhavebelievedpossibleawakeningwithinhim，ajealousywhichmadehimreddenwithshameandindignation:"Onemightcondonethecaptain，butthisone！"Thisthoughtupsethim。
　　Hisnightswerefrightful。Assoonashelearnedthatthegypsywasalive，thecoldideasofspectreandtombwhichhadpersecutedhimforawholedayvanished，andthefleshreturnedtogoadhim。Heturnedandtwistedonhiscouchatthethoughtthatthedark-skinnedmaidenwassonearhim。
　　EverynighthisdeliriousimaginationrepresentedlaEsmeraldatohiminalltheattitudeswhichhadcausedhisbloodtoboilmost。Hebeheldheroutstretchedupontheponiardedcaptain，hereyesclosed，herbeautifulbarethroatcoveredwithPhoebus’sblood，atthatmomentofblisswhenthearchdeaconhadimprintedonherpalelipsthatkisswhoseburntheunhappygirl，thoughhalfdead，hadfelt。Hebeheldher，again，strippedbythesavagehandsofthetorturers，allowingthemtobareandtoencloseinthebootwithitsironscrew，hertinyfoot，herdelicateroundedleg，herwhiteandsuppleknee。
　　AgainhebeheldthativorykneewhichaloneremainedoutsideofTorterue’shorribleapparatus。Lastly，hepicturedtheyounggirlinhershift，withtheropeaboutherneck，shouldersbare，feetbare，almostnude，ashehadseenheronthatlastday。Theseimagesofvoluptuousnessmadehimclenchhisfists，andashiverrunalonghisspine。
　　Onenight，amongothers，theyheatedsocruellyhisvirginandpriestlyblood，thathebithispillow，leapedfromhisbed，flungonasurpliceoverhisshirt，andlefthiscell，lampinhand，halfnaked，wild，hiseyesaflame。
　　Heknewwheretofindthekeytothereddoor，whichconnectedthecloisterwiththechurch，andhealwayshadabouthim，asthereaderknows，thekeyofthestaircaseleadingtothetowers。
　　CHAPTERVI。
　　CONTINUATIONOFTHEKEYTOTHEREDDOOR。
　　Thatnight，laEsmeraldahadfallenasleepinhercell，fullofoblivion，ofhope，andofsweetthoughts。Shehadalreadybeenasleepforsometime，dreamingasalways，ofPhoebus，whenitseemedtoherthatsheheardanoisenearher。Shesleptlightlyanduneasily，thesleepofabird；amerenothingwakedher。Sheopenedhereyes。Thenightwasverydark。
　　Nevertheless，shesawafiguregazingatherthroughthewindow；alamplightedupthisapparition。ThemomentthatthefiguresawthatlaEsmeraldahadperceivedit，itblewoutthelamp。Buttheyounggirlhadhadtimetocatchaglimpseofit；hereyesclosedagainwithterror。
　　"Oh！"shesaidinafaintvoice，"thepriest！"
　　Allherpastunhappinesscamebacktoherlikeaflashoflightning。Shefellbackonherbed，chilled。
　　Amomentlatershefeltatouchalongherbodywhichmadehershuddersothatshestraightenedherselfupinasittingposture，wideawakeandfurious。
　　Thepriesthadjustslippedinbesideher。Heencircledherwithbotharms。
　　Shetriedtoscreamandcouldnot。
　　"Begone，monster！begoneassassin！"shesaid，inavoicewhichwaslowandtremblingwithwrathandterror。
　　"Mercy！mercy！"murmuredthepriest，pressinghislipstohershoulder。
　　Sheseizedhisbaldheadbyitsremnantofhairandtriedtothrustasidehiskissesasthoughtheyhadbeenbites。
　　"Mercy！"repeatedtheunfortunateman。"Ifyoubutknewwhatmyloveforyouis！’Tisfire，meltedlead，athousanddaggersinmyheart。"
　　Shestoppedhistwoarmswithsuperhumanforce。
　　"Letmego，"shesaid，"orIwillspitinyourface！"
　　Hereleasedher。"Vilifyme，strikeme，bemalicious！Dowhatyouwill！Buthavemercy！loveme！"
　　Thenshestruckhimwiththefuryofachild。Shemadeherbeautifulhandsstifftobruisehisface。"Begone，demon！"
　　"Loveme！lovemepity！"criedthepoorpriestreturningherblowswithcaresses。
　　Allatonceshefelthimstrongerthanherself。
　　"Theremustbeanendtothis！"hesaid，gnashinghisteeth。
　　Shewasconquered，palpitatinginhisarms，andinhispower。Shefeltawantonhandstrayingoverher。Shemadealasteffort，andbegantocry:"Help！Help！Avampire！
　　avampire！"
　　Nothingcame。Djalialonewasawakeandbleatingwithanguish。
　　"Hush！"saidthepantingpriest。
　　Allatonce，asshestruggledandcrawledonthefloor，thegypsy’shandcameincontactwithsomethingcoldandmetal-
　　lic-itwasQuasimodo’swhistle。Sheseizeditwithaconvulsivehope，raisedittoherlipsandblewwithallthestrengththatshehadleft。Thewhistlegaveaclear，piercingsound。
　　"Whatisthat？"saidthepriest。
　　Almostatthesameinstanthefelthimselfraisedbyavigorousarm。Thecellwasdark；hecouldnotdistinguishclearlywhoitwasthatheldhimthus；butheheardteethchatteringwithrage，andtherewasjustsufficientlightscatteredamongthegloomtoallowhimtoseeabovehisheadthebladeofalargeknife。
　　ThepriestfanciedthatheperceivedtheformofQuasimodo。
　　Heassumedthatitcouldbenoonebuthe。Herememberedtohavestumbled，asheentered，overabundlewhichwasstretchedacrossthedoorontheoutside。But，asthenewcomerdidnotutteraword，heknewnotwhattothink。Heflunghimselfonthearmwhichheldtheknife，crying:
　　"Quasimodo！"Heforgot，atthatmomentofdistress，thatQuasimodowasdeaf。
　　Inatwinkling，thepriestwasoverthrownandaleadenkneerestedonhisbreast。
　　FromtheangularimprintofthatkneeherecognizedQuasimodo；butwhatwastobedone？howcouldhemaketheotherrecognizehim？thedarknessrenderedthedeafmanblind。
　　Hewaslost。Theyounggirl，pitilessasanenragedtigress，didnotintervenetosavehim。Theknifewasapproachinghishead；themomentwascritical。Allatonce，hisadversaryseemedstrickenwithhesitation。
　　"Nobloodonher！"hesaidinadullvoice。
　　Itwas，infact，Quasimodo’svoice。
　　Thenthepriestfeltalargehanddragginghimfeetfirstoutofthecell；itwastherethathewastodie。Fortunatelyforhim，themoonhadrisenafewmomentsbefore。
　　Whentheyhadpassedthroughthedoorofthecell，itspaleraysfelluponthepriest’scountenance。Quasimodolookedhimfullintheface，atremblingseizedhim，andhereleasedthepriestandshrankback。
　　Thegypsy，whohadadvancedtothethresholdofhercell，beheldwithsurprisetheirrolesabruptlychanged。Itwasnowthepriestwhomenaced，Quasimodowhowasthesuppliant。
　　Thepriest，whowasoverwhelmingthedeafmanwithgesturesofwrathandreproach，madethelatteraviolentsigntoretire。
　　Thedeafmandroppedhishead，thenhecameandkneltatthegypsy’sdoor，——"Monseigneur，"hesaid，inagraveandresignedvoice，"youshalldoallthatyoupleaseafterwards，butkillmefirst。"
　　Sosaying，hepresentedhisknifetothepriest。Thepriest，besidehimself，wasabouttoseizeit。Buttheyounggirlwasquickerthanbe；shewrenchedtheknifefromQuasimodo’shandsandburstintoafranticlaugh，——"Approach，"shesaidtothepriest。
　　Sheheldthebladehigh。Thepriestremainedundecided。
　　Shewouldcertainlyhavestruckhim。
　　Thensheaddedwithapitilessexpression，wellawarethatshewasabouttopiercethepriest’sheartwiththousandsofred-hotirons，——
　　"Ah！IknowthatPhoebusisnotdead！
　　ThepriestoverturnedQuasimodoonthefloorwithakick，and，quiveringwithrage，dartedbackunderthevaultofthestaircase。
　　Whenhewasgone，Quasimodopickedupthewhistlewhichhadjustsavedthegypsy。
　　"Itwasgettingrusty，"hesaid，ashehandeditbacktoher；
　　thenheleftheralone。
　　Theyounggirl，deeplyagitatedbythisviolentscene，fellbackexhaustedonherbed，andbegantosobandweep。Herhorizonwasbecominggloomyoncemore。
　　Thepriesthadgropedhiswaybacktohiscell。
　　Itwassettled。DomClaudewasjealousofQuasimodo！
　　Herepeatedwithathoughtfulairhisfatalwords:"Nooneshallhaveher。"
　　BOOKTENTH。
　　CHAPTERI。
　　GRINGOIREHASMANYGOODIDEASINSUCCESSION——RUEDESBERNARDINS。
　　AssoonasPierreGringoirehadseenhowthiswholeaffairwasturning，andthattherewoulddecidedlybetherope，hanging，andotherdisagreeablethingsfortheprincipalpersonagesinthiscomedy，hehadnotcaredtoidentifyhimselfwiththematterfurther。Theoutcastswithwhomhehadremained，reflectingthat，afterall，itwasthebestcompanyinParis，——theoutcastshadcontinuedtointerestthemselvesinbehalfofthegypsy。Hehadthoughtitverysimpleonthepartofpeoplewhohad，likeherself，nothingelseinprospectbutCharmolueandTorterue，andwho，unlikehimself，didnotgallopthroughtheregionsofimaginationbetweenthewingsofPegasus。Fromtheirremarks，hehadlearnedthathiswifeofthebrokencrockhadtakenrefugeinNotre-Dame，andhewasverygladofit。Buthefeltnotemptationtogoandseeherthere。Hemeditatedoccasionallyonthelittlegoat，andthatwasall。Moreover，hewasbusyexecutingfeatsofstrengthduringthedayforhisliving，andatnighthewasengagedincomposingamemorialagainsttheBishopofParis，forherememberedhavingbeendrenchedbythewheelsofhismills，andhecherishedagrudgeagainsthimforit。HealsooccupiedhimselfwithannotatingthefineworkofBaudry-le-
　　Rouge，BishopofNoyonandTournay，_DeCupaPetrarum_，whichhadgivenhimaviolentpassionforarchitecture，aninclinationwhichhadreplacedinhishearthispassionforhermeticism，ofwhichitwas，moreover，onlyanaturalcorollary，sincethereisanintimaterelationbetweenhermeticismandmasonry。Gringoirehadpassedfromtheloveofanideatotheloveoftheformofthatidea。
　　OnedayhehadhaltednearSaintGermain-l’Auxerrois，atthecornerofamansioncalled"For-l’Evêque"theBishop’sTribunal，whichstoodoppositeanothercalled"For-le-Roi"
　　theKing’sTribunal。AtthisFor-l’Evêque，therewasacharmingchapelofthefourteenthcentury，whoseapsewasonthestreet。Gringoirewasdevoutlyexaminingitsexteriorsculptures。Hewasinoneofthosemomentsofegotistical，exclusive，supreme，enjoymentwhentheartistbeholdsnothingintheworldbutart，andtheworldinart。Allatoncehefeelsahandlaidgravelyonhisshoulder。Heturnsround。
　　Itwashisoldfriend，hisformermaster，monsieurthearchdeacon。
　　Hewasstupefied。Itwasalongtimesincehehadseenthearchdeacon，andDomClaudewasoneofthosesolemnandimpassionedmen，ameetingwithwhomalwaysupsetstheequilibriumofascepticalphilosopher。
　　Thearchdeaconmaintainedsilenceforseveralminutes，duringwhichGringoirehadtimetoobservehim。HefoundDomClaudegreatlychanged；paleasawinter’smorning，withholloweyes，andhairalmostwhite。Thepriestbrokethesilenceatlength，bysaying，inatranquilbutglacialtone，——
　　"Howdoyoudo，MasterPierre？"
　　"Myhealth？"repliedGringoire。"Eh！eh！onecansaybothonethingandanotheronthatscore。Still，itisgood，onthewhole。Itakenottoomuchofanything。Youknow，master，thatthesecretofkeepingwell，accordingtoHippocrates；~idest:
　　cibi，potus，somni，venus，omniamoderatasint~。"
　　"Soyouhavenocare，MasterPierre？"resumedthearchdeacon，gazingintentlyatGringoire。
　　"None，i’faith！"
　　"Andwhatareyoudoingnow？"
　　"Yousee，master。Iamexaminingthechisellingofthesestones，andthemannerinwhichyonderbas-reliefisthrownout。"
　　Thepriestbegantosmilewiththatbittersmilewhichraisesonlyonecornerofthemouth。
　　"Andthatamusesyou？"
　　"’Tisparadise！"exclaimedGringoire。Andleaningoverthesculptureswiththefascinatedairofademonstratoroflivingphenomena:"Doyounotthink，forinstance，thatyonmetamorphosisinbas-reliefisexecutedwithmuchadroitness，delicacyandpatience？Observethatslendercolumn。Aroundwhatcapitalhaveyouseenfoliagemoretenderandbettercaressedbythechisel。HerearethreeraisedbossesofJeanMaillevin。Theyarenotthefinestworksofthisgreatmaster。
　　Nevertheless，thenaivete，thesweetnessofthefaces，thegayetyoftheattitudesanddraperies，andthatinexplicablecharmwhichismingledwithallthedefects，renderthelittlefiguresverydivertinganddelicate，perchance，eventoomuchso。Youthinkthatitisnotdiverting？"
　　"Yes，certainly！"saidthepriest。
　　"Andifyouweretoseetheinteriorofthechapel！"resumedthepoet，withhisgarrulousenthusiasm。"Carvingseverywhere。
　　’Tisasthicklyclusteredastheheadofacabbage！Theapseisofaverydevout，andsopeculiarafashionthatIhaveneverbeheldanythinglikeitelsewhere！"
　　DomClaudeinterruptedhim，——
　　"Youarehappy，then？"
　　Gringoirerepliedwarmly；——
　　"Onmyhonor，yes！FirstIlovedwomen，thenanimals。
　　NowIlovestones。Theyarequiteasamusingaswomenandanimals，andlesstreacherous。"
　　Thepriestlaidhishandonhisbrow。Itwashishabitualgesture。
　　"Really？"
　　"Stay！"saidGringoire，"onehasone’spleasures！"Hetookthearmofthepriest，wholethimhavehisway，andmadehimenterthestaircaseturretofFor-l’Evêque。"Hereisastaircase！everytimethatIseeitIamhappy。ItisofthesimplestandrarestmannerofstepsinParis。Allthestepsarebevelledunderneath。Itsbeautyandsimplicityconsistintheinterspacingofboth，beingafootormorewide，whichareinterlaced，interlocked，fittedtogether，enchainedenchased，interlinedoneuponanother，andbiteintoeachotherinamannerthatistrulyfirmandgraceful。"
　　"Andyoudesirenothing？"
　　"No。"
　　"Andyouregretnothing？"
　　"Neitherregretnordesire。Ihavearrangedmymodeoflife。"
　　"Whatmenarrange，"saidClaude，"thingsdisarrange。"
　　"IamaPyrrhonianphilosopher，"repliedGringoire，"andI
　　holdallthingsinequilibrium。"
　　"Andhowdoyouearnyourliving？"
　　"Istillmakeepicsandtragediesnowandthen；butthatwhichbringsmeinmostistheindustrywithwhichyouareacquainted，master；carryingpyramidsofchairsinmyteeth。"
　　"Thetradeisbutaroughoneforaphilosopher。"
　　"’Tisstillequilibrium，"saidGringoire。"Whenonehasanidea，oneencountersitineverything。"
　　"Iknowthat，"repliedthearchdeacon。
　　Afterasilence，thepriestresumed，——
　　"Youare，nevertheless，tolerablypoor？"
　　"Poor，yes；unhappy，no。"
　　Atthatmoment，atramplingofhorseswasheard，andourtwointerlocutorsbehelddefilingattheendofthestreet，acompanyoftheking’sunattachedarchers，theirlancesbornehigh，anofficerattheirhead。Thecavalcadewasbrilliant，anditsmarchresoundedonthepavement。
　　"Howyougazeatthatofficer！"saidGringoire，tothearchdeacon。
　　"BecauseIthinkIrecognizehim。"
　　"Whatdoyoucallhim？"
　　"Ithink，"saidClaude，"thathisnameisPhoebusdeChateaupers。"
　　"Phoebus！Acuriousname！ThereisalsoaPhoebus，ComtedeFoix。IrememberhavingknownawenchwhosworeonlybythenameofPhoebus。"
　　"Comeawayfromhere，"saidthepriest。"Ihavesomethingtosaytoyou。"
　　Fromthemomentofthattroop’spassing，someagitationhadpiercedthroughthearchdeacon’sglacialenvelope。Hewalkedon。Gringoirefollowedhim，beingaccustomedtoobeyhim，likeallwhohadonceapproachedthatmansofullofascendency。TheyreachedinsilencetheRuedesBernardins，whichwasnearlydeserted。HereDomClaudepaused。
　　"Whathaveyoutosaytome，master？"Gringoireaskedhim。
　　"Doyounotthinkthatthedressofthosecavalierswhomwehavejustseenisfarhandsomerthanyoursandmine？"
　　Gringoiretossedhishead。
　　"I’faith！Ilovebettermyredandyellowjerkin，thanthosescalesofironandsteel。Afinepleasuretoproduce，whenyouwalk，thesamenoiseastheQuayofOldIron，inanearthquake！"
　　"So，Gringoire，youhavenevercherishedenvyforthosehandsomefellowsintheirmilitarydoublets？"
　　"Envyforwhat，monsieurthearchdeacon？theirstrength，theirarmor，theirdiscipline？Betterphilosophyandindependenceinrags。Iprefertobetheheadofaflyratherthanthetailofalion。"
　　"Thatissingular，"saidthepriestdreamily。"Yetahandsomeuniformisabeautifulthing。"
　　Gringoire，perceivingthathewasinapensivemood，quittedhimtogoandadmiretheporchofaneighboringhouse。Hecamebackclappinghishands。
　　"Ifyouwerelessengrossedwiththefineclothesofmenofwar，monsieurthearchdeacon，Iwouldentreatyoutocomeandseethisdoor。IhavealwayssaidthatthehouseoftheSieurAubryhadthemostsuperbentranceintheworld。"
　　"PierreGringoire，"saidthearchdeacon，"Whathaveyoudonewiththatlittlegypsydancer？"
　　"LaEsmeralda？Youchangetheconversationveryabruptly。"
　　"Wasshenotyourwife？"
　　"Yes，byvirtueofabrokencrock。Weweretohavefouryearsofit。Bytheway，"addedGringoire，lookingatthearchdeaconinahalfbanteringway，"areyoustillthinkingofher？"
　　"Andyouthinkofhernolonger？"
　　"Verylittle。Ihavesomanythings。Goodheavens，howprettythatlittlegoatwas！"
　　"Hadshenotsavedyourlife？"
　　"’Tistrue，pardieu！"
　　"Well，whathasbecomeofher？Whathaveyoudonewithher？"
　　"Icannottellyou。Ibelievethattheyhavehangedher。"
　　"Youbelieveso？"
　　"Iamnotsure。WhenIsawthattheywantedtohangpeople，Iretiredfromthegame。"
　　"Thatisallyouknowofit？"
　　"Waitabit。IwastoldthatshehadtakenrefugeinNotre-Dame，andthatshewassafethere，andIamdelightedtohearit，andIhavenotbeenabletodiscoverwhetherthegoatwassavedwithher，andthatisallIknow。"
　　"Iwilltellyoumore，"criedDomClaude；andhisvoice，hithertolow，slow，andalmostindistinct，turnedtothunder。
　　"Shehasinfact，takenrefugeinNotre-Dame。Butinthreedaysjusticewillreclaimher，andshewillbehangedontheGrève。Thereisadecreeofparliament。"
　　"That’sannoying，"saidGringoire。
　　Thepriest，inaninstant，becamecoldandcalmagain。
　　"Andwhothedevil，"resumedthepoet，"hasamusedhimselfwithsolicitingadecreeofreintegration？Whycouldn’ttheyleaveparliamentinpeace？WhatharmdoesitdoifapoorgirltakesshelterundertheflyingbuttressesofNotre-
　　Dame，besidetheswallows’nests？"
　　"Therearesatansinthisworld，"remarkedthearchdeacon。
　　"’Tisdevilishbadlydone，"observedGringoire。
　　Thearchdeaconresumedafterasilence，——
　　"So，shesavedyourlife？"
　　"Amongmygoodfriendstheoutcasts。AlittlemoreoralittlelessandIshouldhavebeenhanged。Theywouldhavebeensorryforitto-day。"
　　"Wouldnotyouliketodosomethingforher？"
　　"Iasknothingbetter，DomClaude；butwhatifIentanglemyselfinsomevillanousaffair？"
　　"Whatmattersit？"
　　"Bah！whatmattersit？Youaregood，master，thatyouare！Ihavetwogreatworksalreadybegun。"
　　Thepriestsmotehisbrow。Inspiteofthecalmwhichheaffected，aviolentgesturebetrayedhisinternalconvulsionsfromtimetotime。
　　"Howisshetobesaved？"
　　Gringoiresaidtohim；"Master，Iwillreplytoyou；~Ilpadelt~，whichmeansinTurkish，’Godisourhope。’"
　　"Howisshetobesaved？"repeatedClaudedreamily。
　　Gringoiresmotehisbrowinhisturn。
　　"Listen，master。Ihaveimagination；Iwilldeviseexpedientsforyou。Whatifoneweretoaskherpardonfromtheking？"
　　"OfLouisXI。！Apardon！"
　　"Whynot？"
　　"Totakethetiger’sbonefromhim！"
　　Gringoirebegantoseekfreshexpedients。
　　"Well，stay！ShallIaddresstothemidwivesarequestaccompaniedbythedeclarationthatthegirliswithchild！"
　　Thismadethepriest’sholloweyeflash。
　　"Withchild！knave！doyouknowanythingofthis？"
　　Gringoirewasalarmedbyhisair。Hehastenedtosay，"Oh，no，notI！Ourmarriagewasareal~forismaritagium~。I
　　stayedoutside。Butonemightobtainarespite，allthesame。"
　　"Madness！Infamy！Holdyourtongue！"
　　"Youdowrongtogetangry，"mutteredGringoire。"Oneobtainsarespite；thatdoesnoharmtoanyone，andallowsthemidwives，whoarepoorwomen，toearnfortydeniersparisis。"
　　Thepriestwasnotlisteningtohim！
　　"Butshemustleavethatplace，nevertheless！"hemurmured，"thedecreeistobeexecutedwithinthreedays。Moreover，therewillbenodecree；thatQuasimodo！Womenhaveverydepravedtastes！"Heraisedhisvoice:"MasterPierre，Ihavereflectedwell；thereisbutonemeansofsafetyforher。"
　　"What？Iseenonemyself。"
　　"Listen，MasterPierre，rememberthatyouoweyourlifetoher。Iwilltellyoumyideafrankly。Thechurchiswatchednightandday；onlythoseareallowedtocomeout，whohavebeenseentoenter。Henceyoucanenter。Youwillcome。Iwillleadyoutoher。Youwillchangeclotheswithher。Shewilltakeyourdoublet；youwilltakeherpetticoat。"
　　"Sofar，itgoeswell，"remarkedthephilosopher，"andthen？"
　　"Andthen？shewillgoforthinyourgarments；youwillremainwithhers。Youwillbehanged，perhaps，butshewillbesaved。"
　　Gringoirescratchedhisear，withaveryseriousair。
　　"Stay！"saidhe，"thatisanideawhichwouldneverhaveoccurredtomeunaided。"
　　AtDomClaude’sproposition，theopenandbenignfaceofthepoethadabruptlycloudedover，likeasmilingItalianlandscape，whenanunluckysquallcomesupanddashesacloudacrossthesun。
　　"Well！Gringoire，whatsayyoutothemeans？"
　　"Isay，master，thatIshallnotbehanged，perchance，butthatIshallbehangedindubitably。
　　"Thatconcernsusnot。"
　　"Thedeuce！"saidGringoire。
　　"Shehassavedyourlife。’Tisadebtthatyouaredischarging。"
　　"ThereareagreatmanyotherswhichIdonotdischarge。"
　　"MasterPierre，itisabsolutelynecessary。"
　　Thearchdeaconspokeimperiously。"
　　"Listen，DomClaude，"repliedthepoetinutterconsternation。
　　Youclingtothatidea，andyouarewrong。IdonotseewhyIshouldgetmyselfhangedinsomeoneelse’splace。"
　　"Whathaveyou，then，whichattachesyousostronglytolife？"
　　"Oh！athousandreasons！"
　　"Whatreasons，ifyouplease？"
　　"What？Theair，thesky，themorning，theevening，themoonlight，mygoodfriendsthethieves，ourjeerswiththeoldhagsofgo-betweens，thefinearchitectureofParistostudy，threegreatbookstomake，oneofthembeingagainstthebishopsandhismills；andhowcanItellall？Anaxagorassaidthathewasintheworldtoadmirethesun。Andthen，frommorningtillnight，Ihavethehappinessofpassingallmydayswithamanofgenius，whoismyself，whichisveryagreeable。"
　　"Aheadfitforamulebell！"mutteredthearchdeacon。
　　"Oh！tellmewhopreservedforyouthatlifewhichyourendersocharmingtoyourself？Towhomdoyouoweitthatyoubreathethatair，beholdthatsky，andcanstillamuseyourlark’smindwithyourwhimsicalnonsenseandmadness？Wherewouldyoube，haditnotbeenforher？
　　Doyouthendesirethatshethroughwhomyouarealive，shoulddie？thatsheshoulddie，thatbeautiful，sweet，adorablecreature，whoisnecessarytothelightoftheworldandmoredivinethanGod，whileyou，halfwise，andhalffool，avainsketchofsomething，asortofvegetable，whichthinksthatitwalks，andthinksthatitthinks，youwillcontinuetolivewiththelifewhichyouhavestolenfromher，asuselessasacandleinbroaddaylight？Come，havealittlepity，Gringoire；begenerousinyourturn；itwasshewhosettheexample。"
　　Thepriestwasvehement。Gringoirelistenedtohimatfirstwithanundecidedair，thenhebecametouched，andwoundupwithagrimacewhichmadehispallidfaceresemblethatofanew-borninfantwithanattackofthecolic。
　　"Youarepathetic！"saidhe，wipingawayatear。"Well！
　　Iwillthinkaboutit。That’saqueerideaofyours——Afterall，"hecontinuedafterapause，"whoknows？perhapstheywillnothangme。Hewhobecomesbetrotheddoesnotalwaysmarry。Whentheyfindmeinthatlittlelodgingsogrotesquelymuffledinpetticoatandcoif，perchancetheywillburstwithlaughter。Andthen，iftheydohangme，——well！thehalterisasgoodadeathasany。’Tisadeathworthyofasagewhohaswaveredallhislife；adeathwhichisneitherfleshnorfish，likethemindofaveritablesceptic；adeathallstampedwithPyrrhonismandhesitation，whichholdsthemiddlestationbetwixtheavenandearth，whichleavesyouinsuspense。’Tisaphilosopher’sdeath，andIwasdestinedthereto，perchance。Itismagnificenttodieasonehaslived。"
　　Thepriestinterruptedhim:"Isitagreed。"
　　"Whatisdeath，afterall？"pursuedGringoirewithexaltation。
　　"Adisagreeablemoment，atoll-gate，thepassageoflittletonothingness。SomeonehavingaskedCercidas，theMegalopolitan，ifhewerewillingtodie:’Whynot？’hereplied；’foraftermydeathIshallseethosegreatmen，Pythagorasamongthephilosophers，Hecataeusamonghistorians，Homeramongpoets，Olympusamongmusicians。’"
　　Thearchdeacongavehimhishand:"Itissettled，then？
　　Youwillcometo-morrow？"
　　ThisgesturerecalledGringoiretoreality。
　　"Ah！i’faithno！"hesaidinthetoneofamanjustwakingup。"Behanged！’tistooabsurd。Iwillnot。"
　　"Farewell，then！"andthearchdeaconaddedbetweenhisteeth:"I’llfindyouagain！"
　　"Idonotwantthatdevilofamantofindme，"thoughtGringoire；andheranafterDomClaude。"Stay，monsieurthearchdeacon，noill-feelingbetweenoldfriends！Youtakeaninterestinthatgirl，mywife，Imean，and’tiswell。YouhavedevisedaschemetogetheroutofNotre-Dame，butyourwayisextremelydisagreeabletome，Gringoire。IfIhadonlyanotheronemyself！Ibegtosaythataluminousinspirationhasjustoccurredtome。IfIpossessedanexpedientforextricatingherfromadilemma，withoutcompromisingmyownnecktotheextentofasinglerunningknot，whatwouldyousaytoit？Willnotthatsufficeyou？IsitabsolutelynecessarythatIshouldbehanged，inorderthatyoumaybecontent？"
　　Thepriesttoreoutthebuttonsofhiscassockwithimpatience:"Streamofwords！Whatisyourplan？"
　　"Yes，"resumedGringoire，talkingtohimselfandtouchinghisnosewithhisforefingerinsignofmeditation，——"that’sit！——Thethievesarebravefellows！——ThetribeofEgyptloveher！——Theywillriseatthefirstword！——Nothingeasier！——Asuddenstroke——Undercoverofthedisorder，theywilleasilycarryheroff！——Beginningto-morrowevening。
　　Theywillasknothingbetter。
　　"Theplan！speak，"criedthearchdeaconshakinghim。
　　Gringoireturnedmajesticallytowardshim:"Leaveme！
　　YouseethatIamcomposing。"Hemeditatedforafewmomentsmore，thenbegantoclaphishandsoverhisthought，crying:"Admirable！successissure！"
　　"Theplan！"repeatedClaudeinwrath。
　　Gringoirewasradiant。
　　"Come，thatImaytellyouthatverysoftly。’Tisatrulygallantcounter-plot，whichwillextricateusallfromthematter。
　　Pardieu，itmustbeadmittedthatIamnofool。"
　　Hebrokeoff。
　　"Oh，bytheway！isthelittlegoatwiththewench？"
　　"Yes。Thedeviltakeyou！"
　　"Theywouldhavehangeditalso，wouldtheynot？"
　　"Whatisthattome？"
　　"Yes，theywouldhavehangedit。Theyhangedasowlastmonth。Theheadsmanloveththat；heeatsthebeastafterwards。
　　TakemyprettyDjali！Poorlittlelamb！"
　　"Malediction！"exclaimedDomClaude。"Youaretheexecutioner。Whatmeansofsafetyhaveyoufound，knave？
　　Mustyourideabeextractedwiththeforceps？"
　　"Veryfine，master，thisisit。"
　　Gringoirebenthisheadtothearchdeacon’sheadandspoketohiminaverylowvoice，castinganuneasyglancethewhilefromoneendtotheotherofthestreet，thoughnoonewaspassing。Whenhehadfinished，DomClaudetookhishandandsaidcoldly:"’Tiswell。Farewelluntilto-morrow。"
　　"Untilto-morrow，"repeatedGringoire。And，whilethearchdeaconwasdisappearinginonedirection，hesetoffintheother，sayingtohimselfinalowvoice:"Here’sagrandaffair，MonsieurPierreGringoire。Nevermind！’Tisnotwrittenthatbecauseoneisofsmallaccountoneshouldtakefrightatagreatenterprise。Bitoucarriedagreatbullonhisshoulders；thewater-wagtails，thewarblers，andthebuntingstraversetheocean。"
　　CHAPTERII。
　　TURNVAGABOND。
　　Onre-enteringthecloister，thearchdeaconfoundatthedoorofhiscellhisbrotherJehanduMoulin，whowaswaitingforhim，andwhohadbeguiledthetediumofwaitingbydrawingonthewallwithabitofcharcoal，aprofileofhiselderbrother，enrichedwithamonstrousnose。
　　DomClaudehardlylookedathisbrother；histhoughtswereelsewhere。Thatmerryscamp’sfacewhosebeaminghadsooftenrestoredserenitytothepriest’ssombrephysiognomy，wasnowpowerlesstomeltthegloomwhichgrewmoredenseeverydayoverthatcorrupted，mephitic，andstagnantsoul。
　　"Brother，"saidJehantimidly，"Iamcometoseeyou。"
　　Thearchdeacondidnotevenraisehiseyes。
　　"Whatthen？"
　　"Brother，"resumedthehypocrite，"youaresogoodtome，andyougivemesuchwisecounselsthatIalwaysreturntoyou。"
　　"Whatnext？"
　　"Alas！brother，youwereperfectlyrightwhenyousaidtome，——"Jehan！Jehan！~cessatdoctorumdoctrina，discipulorumdisciplina~。Jehan，bewise，Jehan，belearned，Jehan，passnotthenightoutsideofthecollegewithoutlawfuloccasionanddueleaveofthemaster。CudgelnotthePicards:~noli，Joannes，verberarePicardos~。Rotnotlikeanunletteredass，~quasiasinusillitteratus~，onthestrawseatsoftheschool。
　　Jehan，allowyourselftobepunishedatthediscretionofthemaster。Jehangoeveryeveningtochapel，andsingthereananthemwithverseandorisontoMadamethegloriousVirginMary——Alas！whatexcellentadvicewasthat！"
　　"Andthen？"
　　"Brother，youbeholdaculprit，acriminal，awretch，alibertine，amanofenormities！Mydearbrother，Jehanhathmadeofyourcounselsstrawanddungtotrampleunderfoot。
　　Ihavebeenwellchastisedforit，andGodisextraordinarilyjust。AslongasIhadmoney，Ifeasted，Ileadamadandjoyouslife。Oh！howuglyandcrabbedbehindisdebauchwhichissocharminginfront！NowIhavenolongerablank；Ihavesoldmynapery，myshirtandmytowels；nomoremerrylife！
　　ThebeautifulcandleisextinguishedandIhavehenceforth，onlyawretchedtallowdipwhichsmokesinmynose。Thewenchesjeeratme。Idrinkwater——Iamoverwhelmedwithremorseandwithcreditors。
　　"Therest？"saidthearchdeacon。
　　"Alas！myverydearbrother，Ishouldliketosettledowntoabetterlife。Icometoyoufullofcontrition，Iampenitent。Imakemyconfession。Ibeatmybreastviolently。
　　YouarequiterightinwishingthatIshouldsomedaybecomealicentiateandsub-monitorinthecollegeofTorchi。AtthepresentmomentIfeelamagnificentvocationforthatprofession。ButIhavenomoreinkandImustbuysome；I
　　havenomorepaper，Ihavenomorebooks，andImustbuysome。
　　Forthispurpose，Iamgreatlyinneedofalittlemoney，andIcometoyou，brother，withmyheartfullofcontrition。"
　　"Isthatall？"
　　"Yes，"saidthescholar。"Alittlemoney。"
　　"Ihavenone。"
　　Thenthescholarsaid，withanairwhichwasbothgraveandresolute:"Well，brother，Iamsorrytobeobligedtotellyouthatveryfineoffersandpropositionsarebeingmadetomeinanotherquarter。Youwillnotgivemeanymoney？No。InthatcaseIshallbecomeaprofessionalvagabond。"
　　Asheutteredthesemonstrouswords，heassumedthemienofAjax，expectingtoseethelightningsdescenduponhishead。
　　Thearchdeaconsaidcoldlytohim，-
　　"Becomeavagabond。"
　　Jehanmadehimadeepbow，anddescendedthecloisterstairs，whistling。
　　Atthemomentwhenhewaspassingthroughthecourtyardofthecloister，beneathhisbrother’swindow，heheardthatwindowopen，raisedhiseyesandbeheldthearchdeacon’ssevereheademerge。
　　"Gotothedevil！"saidDomClaude；"hereisthelastmoneywhichyouwillgetfromme？"
　　Atthesametime，thepriestflungJehanapurse，whichgavethescholarabigbumpontheforehead，andwithwhichJehanretreated，bothvexedandcontent，likeadogwhohadbeenstonedwithmarrowbones。
　　CHAPTERIII。
　　LONGLIVEMIRTH。
　　ThereaderhasprobablynotforgottenthatapartoftheCourdeMiracleswasenclosedbytheancientwallwhichsurroundedthecity，agoodlynumberofwhosetowershadbegun，evenatthatepoch，tofalltoruin。Oneofthesetowershadbeenconvertedintoapleasureresortbythevagabonds。Therewasadrain-shopintheundergroundstory，andtherestintheupperstories。Thiswasthemostlively，andconsequentlythemosthideous，pointofthewholeoutcastden。Itwasasortofmonstroushive，whichbuzzedtherenightandday。
　　Atnight，whentheremainderofthebeggarhordeslept，whentherewasnolongerawindowlightedinthedingyfa？adesofthePlace，whennotacrywasanylongertobeheardproceedingfromthoseinnumerablefamilies，thoseant-hillsofthieves，ofwenches，andstolenorbastardchildren，themerrytowerwasstillrecognizablebythenoisewhichitmade，bythescarletlightwhich，flashingsimultaneouslyfromtheair-holes，thewindows，thefissuresinthecrackedwalls，escaped，sotospeak，fromitseverypore。
　　Thecellarthen，wasthedram-shop。ThedescenttoitwasthroughalowdoorandbyastaircaseassteepasaclassicAlexandrine。Overthedoor，bywayofasigntherehungamarvellousdaub，representingnewsonsanddeadchickens，*
　　withthis，punbelow:~Auxsonneurspourlestrépassés~，——Thewringersforthedead。
　　*~Solsneufs:pouletstués~。
　　OneeveningwhenthecurfewwassoundingfromallthebelfriesinParis，thesergeantsofthewatchmighthaveobserved，haditbeengrantedtothemtoentertheformidableCourtofMiracles，thatmoretumultthanusualwasinprogressinthevagabonds’tavern，thatmoredrinkingwasbeingdone，andlouderswearing。OutsideinthePlace，there，weremanygroupsconversinginlowtones，aswhensomegreatplanisbeingframed，andhereandthereaknavecrouchingdownengagedinsharpeningavillanousironbladeonapaving-stone。
　　Meanwhile，inthetavernitself，wineandgamingofferedsuchapowerfuldiversiontotheideaswhichoccupiedthevagabonds’lairthatevening，thatitwouldhavebeendifficulttodivinefromtheremarksofthedrinkers，whatwasthematterinhand。Theymerelyworeagayerairthanwastheirwont，andsomeweaponcouldbeseenglitteringbetweenthelegsofeachofthem，——asickle，anaxe，abigtwo-edgedswordorthehookofanoldhackbut。
　　Theroom，circularinform，wasveryspacious；butthetablesweresothicklysetandthedrinkerssonumerous，thatallthatthetaverncontained，men，women，benches，beer-jugs，allthatweredrinking，allthatweresleeping，allthatwereplaying，thewell，thelame，seemedpileduppell-mell，withasmuchorderandharmonyasaheapofoystershells。Therewereafewtallowdipslightedonthetables；buttherealluminaryofthistavern，thatwhichplayedthepartinthisdram-shopofthechandelierofanoperahouse，wasthefire。
　　Thiscellarwassodampthatthefirewasneverallowedtogoout，eveninmidsummer；animmensechimneywithasculpturedmantel，allbristlingwithheavyironandironsandcookingutensils，withoneofthosehugefiresofmixedwoodandpeatwhichatnight，invillagestreetsmakethereflectionofforgewindowsstandoutsoredontheoppositewalls。Abigdoggravelyseatedintheasheswasturningaspitloadedwithmeatbeforethecoals。
　　Greataswastheconfusion，afterthefirstglanceonecoulddistinguishinthatmultitude，threeprincipalgroupswhichthrongedaroundthreepersonagesalreadyknowntothereader。
　　Oneofthesepersonages，fantasticallyaccoutredinmanyanorientalrag，wasMathiasHungadiSpicali，DukeofEgyptandBohemia。Theknavewasseatedonatablewithhislegscrossed，andinaloudvoicewasbestowinghisknowledgeofmagic，bothblackandwhite，onmanyagapingfacewhichsurroundedhim。Anotherrabblepressedclosearoundouroldfriend，thevaliantKingofThunes，armedtotheteeth。
　　ClopinTrouillefou，withaveryseriousairandinalowvoice，wasregulatingthedistributionofanenormouscaskofarms，whichstoodwideopeninfrontofhimandfromwhencepouredoutinprofusion，axes，swords，bassinets，coatsofmail，broadswords，lance-heads，arrows，andviretons，*likeapplesandgrapesfromahornofplenty。Everyonetooksomethingfromthecask，oneamorion，anotheralong，straightsword，anotheradaggerwithacross——shapedhilt。Theverychildrenwerearmingthemselves，andtherewereevencripplesinbowlswho，inarmorandcuirass，madetheirwaybetweenthelegsofthedrinkers，likegreatbeetles。
　　*Anarrowwithapyramidalheadofironandcopperspiralwings，bywhicharotatorymotionwascommunicated。
　　Finally，athirdaudience，themostnoisy，themostjovial，andthemostnumerous，encumberedbenchesandtables，inthemidstofwhichharanguedandsworeaflute-likevoice，whichescapedfrombeneathaheavyarmor，completefromcasquetospurs。Theindividualwhohadthusscrewedawholeoutfituponhisbody，wassohiddenbyhiswarlikeaccoutrementsthatnothingwastobeseenofhispersonsaveanimpertinent，red，snubnose，arosymouth，andboldeyes。Hisbeltwasfullofdaggersandponiards，ahugeswordonhiship，arustedcross-bowathisleft，andavastjugofwineinfrontofhim，withoutreckoningonhisright，afatwenchwithherbosomuncovered。Allmouthsaroundhimwerelaughing，cursing，anddrinking。
　　Addtwentysecondarygroups，thewaiters，maleandfemale，runningwithjugsontheirheads，gamblerssquattingovertaws，merelles，*dice，vachettes，theardentgameoftringlet，quarrelsinonecorner，kissesinanother，andthereaderwillhavesomeideaofthiswholepicture，overwhichflickeredthelightofagreat，flamingfire，whichmadeathousandhugeandgrotesqueshadowsdanceoverthewallsofthedrinkingshop。
　　*Agameplayedonachecker-boardcontainingthreeconcentricsetsofsquares，withsmallstones。Thegameconsistedingettingthreestonesinarow。
　　Asforthenoise，itwasliketheinsideofabellatfullpeal。
　　Thedripping-pan，wherecrackledarainofgrease，filledwithitscontinualsputteringtheintervalsofthesethousanddialogues，whichintermingledfromoneendoftheapartmenttotheother。
　　Inthemidstofthisuproar，attheextremityofthetavern，onthebenchinsidethechimney，sataphilosophermeditatingwithhisfeetintheashesandhiseyesonthebrands。ItwasPierreGringoire。
　　"Bequick！makehaste，armyourselves！wesetoutonthemarchinanhour！"saidClopinTrouillefoutohisthieves。
　　Awenchwashumming，——
　　"~Bonsoirmonpèreetmamere，Lesdernierscouvrentlefeu~。"*
　　*Goodnight，fatherandmother，thelastcoverupthefire。
　　Twocardplayersweredisputing，——
　　"Knave！"criedthereddestfacedofthetwo，shakinghisfistattheother；"I’llmarkyouwiththeclub。YoucantaketheplaceofMistigriinthepackofcardsofmonseigneurtheking。"
　　"Ugh！"roaredaNorman，recognizablebyhisnasalaccent；
　　"wearepackedinherelikethesaintsofCaillouville！"
　　"Mysons，"theDukeofEgyptwassayingtohisaudience，inafalsettovoice，"sorceressesinFrancegotothewitches’
　　sabbathwithoutbroomsticks，orgrease，orsteed，merelybymeansofsomemagicwords。ThewitchesofItalyalwayshaveabuckwaitingforthemattheirdoor。Allareboundtogooutthroughthechimney。"
　　Thevoiceoftheyoungscamparmedfromheadtofoot，dominatedtheuproar。
　　"Hurrah！hurrah！"hewasshouting。"Myfirstdayinarmor！Outcast！Iamanoutcast。Givemesomethingtodrink。Myfriends，mynameisJehanFrolloduMoulin，andIamagentleman。MyopinionisthatifGodwerea~gendarme~，hewouldturnrobber。Brothers，weareabouttosetoutonafineexpedition。Laysiegetothechurch，burstinthedoors，dragoutthebeautifulgirl，saveherfromthejudges，saveherfromthepriests，dismantlethecloister，burnthebishopinhispalace——allthiswewilldoinlesstimethanittakesforaburgomastertoeataspoonfulofsoup。Ourcauseisjust，wewillplunderNotre-Dameandthatwillbetheendofit。WewillhangQuasimodo。DoyouknowQuasimodo，ladies？HaveyouseenhimmakehimselfbreathlessonthebigbellonagrandPentecostfestival！~CorneduPère~！’tisveryfine！Onewouldsayhewasadevilmountedonaman。Listentome，myfriends；Iamavagabondtothebottomofmyheart，Iamamemberoftheslangthiefganginmysoul，Iwasbornanindependentthief。Ihavebeenrich，andIhavedevouredallmyproperty。Mymotherwantedtomakeanofficerofme；myfather，asub-deacon；myaunt，acouncillorofinquests；mygrandmother，prothonotarytotheking；mygreataunt，atreasureroftheshortrobe，——andIhavemademyselfanoutcast。Isaidthistomyfather，whospithiscurseinmyface；tomymother，whosettoweepingandchattering，pooroldlady，likeyonderfagotontheand-irons。Longlivemirth！IamarealBicêtre。Waitress，mydear，morewine。Ihavestillthewherewithaltopay。I
　　wantnomoreSurènewine。Itdistressesmythroat。I’daslief，~corboeuf~！garglemythroatwithabasket。"
　　Meanwhile，therabbleapplaudedwithshoutsoflaughter；
　　andseeingthatthetumultwasincreasingaroundhim，thescholarcried，。
　　"Oh！whatafinenoise！~Populidebacchantispopulosadebacchatio~！"Thenhebegantosing，hiseyeswimminginecstasy，inthetoneofacanonintoningvespers，~Quoecantica！quoeorgana！quoecantilenoe！quoemeloclioehicsinefinedecantantur！Sonantmellifluahymnorumorgana，suavissimaangelorummelodia，canticacanticorummira~！
　　Hebrokeoff:"Tavern-keeperofthedevil，givemesomesupper！"
　　Therewasamomentofpartialsilence，duringwhichthesharpvoiceoftheDukeofEgyptrose，ashegaveinstructionstohisBohemians。
　　"TheweaseliscalledAdrune；thefox，Blue-foot，ortheRaceroftheWoods；thewolf，Gray-foot，orGold-foot；thebeartheOldMan，orGrandfather。Thecapofagnomeconfersinvisibility，andcausesonetobeholdinvisiblethings。
　　Everytoadthatisbaptizedmustbecladinredorblackvelvet，abellonitsneck，abellonitsfeet。Thegodfatherholdsitshead，thegodmotheritshinderparts。’TisthedemonSidragasumwhohaththepowertomakewenchesdancestarknaked。"
　　"Bythemass！"interruptedJehan，"IshouldliketobethedemonSidragasum。"
　　Meanwhile，thevagabondscontinuedtoarmthemselvesandwhisperattheotherendofthedram-shop。
　　"ThatpoorEsmeralda！"saidaBohemian。"Sheisoursister。Shemustbetakenawayfromthere。"
　　"IsshestillatNotre-Dame？"wentonamerchantwiththeappearanceofaJew。
　　"Yes，pardieu！"
　　"Well！comrades！"exclaimedthemerchant，"toNotre-Dame！
　　Somuchthebetter，sincethereareinthechapelofSaintsFéréolandFerrutiontwostatues，theoneofJohntheBaptist，theotherofSaint-Antoine，ofsolidgold，weighingtogethersevenmarksofgoldandfifteenestellins；andthepedestalsareofsilver-gilt，ofseventeenmarks，fiveounces。
　　Iknowthat；Iamagoldsmith。"
　　HeretheyservedJehanwithhissupper。Ashethrewhimselfbackonthebosomofthewenchbesidehim，heexclaimed，——
　　"BySaintVoult-de-Lucques，whompeoplecallSaintGoguelu，Iamperfectlyhappy。Ihavebeforemeafoolwhogazesatmewiththesmoothfaceofanarchduke。Hereisoneonmyleftwhoseteetharesolongthattheyhidehischin。Andthen，IamliketheMarshaldeGiéatthesiegeofPontoise，Ihavemyrightrestingonahillock。~Ventre-
　　Mahom~！Comrade！youhavetheairofamerchantoftennis-
　　balls；andyoucomeandsityourselfbesideme！Iamanobleman，myfriend！Tradeisincompatiblewithnobility。
　　Getoutofthat！Holahé！Youothers，don’tfight！What，BaptisteCroque-Oison，youwhohavesuchafinenosearegoingtoriskitagainstthebigfistsofthatlout！Fool！
　　~Noncuiquamdatumesthaberenasum~——noteveryoneisfavoredwithanose。Youarereallydivine，JacquelineRonge-Oreille！’tisapitythatyouhavenohair！Holà！
　　mynameisJehanFrollo，andmybrotherisanarchdeacon。
　　Maythedevilflyoffwithhim！AllthatItellyouisthetruth。Inturningvagabond，Ihavegladlyrenouncedthehalfofahousesituatedinparadise，whichmybrotherhadpromisedme。~Dimidiamdomuminparadiso~。Iquotethetext。I
　　haveafiefintheRueTirechappe，andallthewomenareinlovewithme，astrueasSaintEloywasanexcellentgoldsmith，andthatthefivetradesofthegoodcityofParisarethetanners，thetawers，themakersofcross-belts，thepurse-makers，andthesweaters，andthatSaintLaurentwasburntwitheggshells。Isweartoyou，comrades。
　　"~Quejenebeuvraidepiment，Devantunan，sijecyment~。*
　　*ThatIwilldrinknospicedandhoneyedwineforayear，ifIamlyingnow。
　　"’Tismoonlight，mycharmer；seeyonderthroughthewindowhowthewindistearingthecloudstotatters！EventhuswillIdotoyourgorget——Wenches，wipethechildren’snosesandsnuffthecandles——ChristandMahom！WhatamIeatinghere，Jupiter？Ohé！innkeeper！thehairwhichisnotontheheadsofyourhussiesonefindsinyouromelettes。Oldwoman！Ilikebaldomelettes。Maythedevilconfoundyou！——A
　　finehostelryofBeelzebub，wherethehussiescombtheirheadswiththeforks！
　　"~Etjen’aimoi，Parlasang-Dieu！
　　Nifoi，niloi，Nifeu，nilieu，Niroi，NiDieu。"*
　　*AndbythebloodofGod，Ihaveneitherfaithnorlaw，norfirenordwelling-place，norkingnorGod。
　　Inthemeantime，ClopinTrouillefouhadfinishedthedistributionofarms。HeapproachedGringoire，whoappearedtobeplungedinaprofoundrevery，withhisfeetonanandiron。
　　"FriendPierre，"saidtheKingofThunes，"whatthedevilareyouthinkingabout？"
　　Gringoireturnedtohimwithamelancholysmile。
　　"Ilovethefire，mydearlord。Notforthetrivialreasonthatfirewarmsthefeetorcooksoursoup，butbecauseithassparks。SometimesIpasswholehoursinwatchingthesparks。
　　Idiscoverathousandthingsinthosestarswhicharesprinkledovertheblackbackgroundofthehearth。Thosestarsarealsoworlds。"
　　"Thunder，ifIunderstandyou！"saidtheoutcast。"Doyouknowwhato’clockitis？"
　　"Idonotknow，"repliedGringoire。
　　ClopinapproachedtheDukeofEgypt。
　　"ComradeMathias，thetimewehavechosenisnotagoodone。KingLouisXI。issaidtobeinParis。"
　　"Anotherreasonforsnatchingoursisterfromhisclaws，"
　　repliedtheoldBohemian。
　　"Youspeaklikeaman，Mathias，"saidtheKingofThunes。
　　"Moreover，wewillactpromptly。Noresistanceistobefearedinthechurch。Thecanonsarehares，andweareinforce。Thepeopleoftheparliamentwillbewellbalkedto-morrowwhentheycometoseekher！GutsofthepopeI
　　don’twantthemtohangtheprettygirl！"
　　Chopinquittedthedram-shop。
　　Meanwhile，Jehanwasshoutinginahoarsevoice:
　　"Ieat，Idrink，Iamdrunk，IamJupiter！Eh！Pierre，theSlaughterer，ifyoulookatmelikethatagain，I’llfillipthedustoffyournoseforyou。"
　　Gringoire，tornfromhismeditations，begantowatchthewildandnoisyscenewhichsurroundedhim，mutteringbetweenhisteeth:"~Luxuriosaresvinumettumultuosaebrietas~。
　　Alas！whatgoodreasonIhavenottodrink，andhowexcellentlyspokeSaint-Benoit:’~Vinumapostatarefacitetiamsapientes！’"
　　Atthatmoment，Clopinreturnedandshoutedinavoiceofthunder:"Midnight！"
　　Atthisword，whichproducedtheeffectofthecalltobootandsaddleonaregimentatahalt，alltheoutcasts，men，women，children，rushedinamassfromthetavern，withgreatnoiseofarmsandoldironimplements。
　　Themoonwasobscured。
　　TheCourdesMiracleswasentirelydark。Therewasnotasinglelight。Onecouldmakeoutthereathrongofmenandwomenconversinginlowtones。Theycouldbeheardbuzzing，andagleamofallsortsofweaponswasvisibleinthedarkness。Clopinmountedalargestone。
　　"Toyourranks，Argot！"*hecried。"Fallintoline，Egypt！
　　Formranks，Galilee！"
　　*Menofthebrotherhoodofslang:thieves。
　　Amovementbeganinthedarkness。Theimmensemultitudeappearedtoforminacolumn。Afterafewminutes，theKingofThunesraisedhisvoiceoncemore，——
　　"Now，silencetomarchthroughParis！Thepasswordis，’Littleswordinpocket！’ThetorcheswillnotbelightedtillwereachNotre-Dame！Forward，march！"
　　Tenminuteslater，thecavaliersofthewatchfledinterrorbeforealongprocessionofblackandsilentmenwhichwasdescendingtowardsthePontanChange，throughthetortuousstreetswhichpiercetheclose-builtneighborhoodofthemarketsineverydirection。
　　CHAPTERIV。
　　ANAWKWARDFRIEND。
　　Thatnight，Quasimododidnotsleep。Hehadjustmadehislastroundofthechurch。Hehadnotnoticed，thatatthemomentwhenhewasclosingthedoors，thearchdeaconhadpassedclosetohimandbetrayedsomedispleasureonseeinghimboltingandbarringwithcaretheenormousironlockswhichgavetotheirlargeleavesthesolidityofawall。DomClaude’sairwasevenmorepreoccupiedthanusual。Moreover，sincethenocturnaladventureinthecell，hehadconstantlyabusedQuasimodo，butinvaindidheilltreat，andevenbeathimoccasionally，nothingdisturbedthesubmission，patience，thedevotedresignationofthefaithfulbellringer。Heenduredeverythingonthepartofthearchdeacon，insults，threats，blows，withoutmurmuringacomplaint。Atthemost，hegazeduneasilyafterDomClaudewhenthelatterascendedthestaircaseofthetower；butthearchdeaconhadabstainedfrompresentinghimselfagainbeforethegypsy’seyes。
　　Onthatnight，accordingly，Quasimodo，afterhavingcastaglanceathispoorbellswhichhesoneglectednow，Jacqueline，Marie，andThibauld，mountedtothesummitoftheNortherntower，andtheresettinghisdarklanturn，wellclosed，upontheleads，hebegantogazeatParis。Thenight，aswehavealreadysaid，wasverydark。Pariswhich，sotospeakwasnotlightedatthatepoch，presentedtotheeyeaconfusedcollectionofblackmasses，cuthereandtherebythewhitishcurveoftheSeine。Quasimodonolongersawanylightwiththeexceptionofonewindowinadistantedifice，whosevagueandsombreprofilewasoutlinedwellabovetheroofs，inthedirectionofthePorteSainte-Antoine。
　　Therealso，therewassomeoneawake。
　　Astheonlyeyeofthebellringerpeeredintothathorizonofmistandnight，hefeltwithinhimaninexpressibleuneasiness。Forseveraldayshehadbeenuponhisguard。Hehadperceivedmenofsinistermien，whonevertooktheireyesfromtheyounggirl’sasylum，prowlingconstantlyaboutthechurch。Hefanciedthatsomeplotmightbeinprocessofformationagainsttheunhappyrefugee。Heimaginedthatthereexistedapopularhatredagainsther，asagainsthimself，andthatitwasverypossiblethatsomethingmighthappensoon。Henceheremaineduponhistoweronthewatch，"dreaminginhisdream-place，"asRabelaissays，withhiseyedirectedalternatelyonthecellandonParis，keepingfaithfulguard，likeagooddog，withathousandsuspicionsinhismind。
　　Allatonce，whilehewasscrutinizingthegreatcitywiththateyewhichnature，byasortofcompensation，hadmadesopiercingthatitcouldalmostsupplytheotherorganswhichQuasimodolacked，itseemedtohimthattherewassomethingsingularabouttheQuaydelaVieille-Pelleterie，thattherewasamovementatthatpoint，thatthelineoftheparapet，standingoutblacklyagainstthewhitenessofthewaterwasnotstraightandtranquil，likethatoftheotherquays，butthatitundulatedtotheeye，likethewavesofariver，orliketheheadsofacrowdinmotion。
　　Thisstruckhimasstrange。Heredoubledhisattention。
　　ThemovementseemedtobeadvancingtowardstheCity。
　　Therewasnolight。Itlastedforsometimeonthequay；
　　thenitgraduallyceased，asthoughthatwhichwaspassingwereenteringtheinterioroftheisland；thenitstoppedaltogether，andthelineofthequaybecamestraightandmotionlessagain。
　　AtthemomentwhenQuasimodowaslostinconjectures，itseemedtohimthatthemovementhadre-appearedintheRueduParvis，whichisprolongedintothecityperpendicularlytothefa？adeofNotre-Dame。Atlength，denseaswasthedarkness，hebeheldtheheadofacolumndebouchfromthatstreet，andinaninstantacrowd——ofwhichnothingcouldbedistinguishedinthegloomexceptthatitwasacrowd——spreadoverthePlace。
　　Thisspectaclehadaterrorofitsown。Itisprobablethatthissingularprocession，whichseemedsodesirousofconcealingitselfunderprofounddarkness，maintainedasilencenolessprofound。Nevertheless，somenoisemusthaveescapedit，wereitonlyatrampling。Butthisnoisedidnotevenreachourdeafman，andthisgreatmultitude，ofwhichhesawhardlyanything，andofwhichheheardnothing，thoughitwasmarchingandmovingsonearhim，produceduponhimtheeffectofarabbleofdeadmen，mute，impalpable，lostinasmoke。Itseemedtohim，thathebeheldadvancingtowardshimafogofmen，andthathesawshadowsmovingintheshadow。
　　Thenhisfearsreturnedtohim，theideaofanattemptagainstthegypsypresenteditselfoncemoretohismind。
　　Hewasconscious，inaconfusedway，thataviolentcrisiswasapproaching。Atthatcriticalmomenthetookcounselwithhimself，withbetterandprompterreasoningthanonewouldhaveexpectedfromsobadlyorganizedabrain。Oughthetoawakenthegypsy？tomakeherescape？Whither？Thestreetswereinvested，thechurchbackedontheriver。Noboat，noissue！——Therewasbutonethingtobedone；toallowhimselftobekilledonthethresholdofNotre-Dame，toresistatleastuntilsuccorarrived，ifitshouldarrive，andnottotroublelaEsmeralda’ssleep。Thisresolutiononcetaken，hesettoexaminingtheenemywithmoretranquillity。
　　Thethrongseemedtoincreaseeverymomentinthechurchsquare。Only，hepresumedthatitmustbemakingverylittlenoise，sincethewindowsonthePlaceremainedclosed。
　　Allatonce，aflameflashedup，andinaninstantsevenoreightlightedtorchespassedovertheheadsofthecrowd，shakingtheirtuftsofflameinthedeepshade。QuasimodothenbehelddistinctlysurgingintheParvisafrightfulherdofmenandwomeninrags，armedwithscythes，pikes，billhooksandpartisans，whosethousandpointsglittered。Hereandthereblackpitchforksformedhornstothehideousfaces。