RennetCousinwentinsearchofthechestoftoolsforthenightman，undertheshedofthePillar-House。Hedrewfromitalsothedoubleladder，whichheimmediatelysetupagainstthegallows。Fiveorsixoftheprovost’smenarmedthemselveswithpicksandcrowbars，andTristanbetookhimself，incompanywiththem，towardsthewindow。
"Oldwoman，"saidtheprovost，inaseveretone，"deliveruptousthatgirlquietly。"
Shelookedathimlikeonewhodoesnotunderstand。
"~TêteDieu~！"continuedTristan，"whydoyoutrytopreventthissorceressbeinghungasitpleasestheking？"
Thewretchedwomanbegantolaughinherwildway。
"Why？Sheismydaughter。"
ThetoneinwhichshepronouncedthesewordsmadeevenHenrietCousinshudder。
"Iamsorryforthat，"saidtheprovost，"butitistheking’sgoodpleasure。"
Shecried，redoublingherterriblelaugh，——
"Whatisyourkingtome？Itellyouthatsheismydaughter！"
"Piercethewall，"saidTristan。
Inordertomakeasufficientlywideopening，itsufficedtodislodgeonecourseofstonebelowthewindow。Whenthemotherheardthepicksandcrowbarsminingherfortress，sheutteredaterriblecry；thenshebegantostrideabouthercellwithfrightfulswiftness，awildbeasts’habitwhichhercagehadimpartedtoher。Shenolongersaidanything，buthereyesflamed。Thesoldierswerechilledtotheverysoul。
Allatoncesheseizedherpavingstone，laughed，andhurleditwithbothfistsupontheworkmen。Thestone，badlyflungforherhandstrembled，touchednoone，andfellshortunderthefeetofTristan’shorse。Shegnashedherteeth。
Inthemeantime，althoughthesunhadnotyetrisen，itwasbroaddaylight；abeautifulrosecolorenlivenedtheancient，decayedchimneysofthePillar-House。Itwasthehourwhentheearliestwindowsofthegreatcityopenjoyouslyontheroofs。Someworkmen，afewfruit-sellersontheirwaytothemarketsontheirasses，begantotraversetheGrève；theyhaltedforamomentbeforethisgroupofsoldiersclusteredroundtheRat-Hole，staredatitwithanairofastonishmentandpassedon。
Thereclusehadgoneandseatedherselfbyherdaughter，coveringherwithherbody，infrontofher，withstaringeyes，listeningtothepoorchild，whodidnotstir，butwhokeptmurmuringinalowvoice，thesewordsonly，"Phoebus！
Phoebus！"Inproportionastheworkofthedemolishersseemedtoadvance，themothermechanicallyretreated，andpressedtheyounggirlcloserandclosertothewall。Allatonce，thereclusebeheldthestoneforshewasstandingguardandnevertookhereyesfromit，move，andsheheardTristan’svoiceencouragingtheworkers。Thenshearousedfromthedepressionintowhichshehadfallenduringthelastfewmoments，criedout，andasshespoke，hervoicenowrenttheearlikeasaw，thenstammeredasthoughallkindofmaledictionswerepressingtoherlipstoburstforthatonce。
"Ho！ho！ho！Whythisisterrible！Youareruffians！
Areyoureallygoingtotakemydaughter？Oh！thecowards！
Oh！thehangmanlackeys！thewretched，blackguardassassins！
Help！help！fire！Willtheytakemychildfrommelikethis？WhoisitthenwhoiscalledthegoodGod？"
Then，addressingTristan，foamingatthemouth，withwildeyes，allbristlingandonallfourslikeafemalepanther，——
"Drawnearandtakemydaughter！Donotyouunderstandthatthiswomantellsyouthatsheismydaughter？Doyouknowwhatitistohaveachild？Eh！lynx，haveyouneverlainwithyourfemale？haveyouneverhadacub？
andifyouhavelittleones，whentheyhowlhaveyounothinginyourvitalsthatmoves？"
"Throwdownthestone，"saidTristan；"itnolongerholds。"
Thecrowbarsraisedtheheavycourse。Itwas，aswehavesaid，themother’slastbulwark。
Shethrewherselfuponit，shetriedtoholditback；shescratchedthestonewithhernails，butthemassiveblock，setinmovementbysixmen，escapedherandglidedgentlytothegroundalongtheironlevers。
Themother，perceivinganentranceeffected，felldowninfrontoftheopening，barricadingthebreachwithherbody，beatingthepavementwithherhead，andshriekingwithavoicerenderedsohoarsebyfatiguethatitwashardlyaudible，——
"Help！fire！fire！"
"Nowtakethewench，"saidTristan，stillimpassive。
Themothergazedatthesoldiersinsuchformidablefashionthattheyweremoreinclinedtoretreatthantoadvance。
"Come，now，"repeatedtheprovost。"Hereyou，RennetCousin！"
Noonetookastep。
Theprovostswore，——
"~TêtedeChrist~！mymenofwar！afraidofawoman！"
"Monseigneur，"saidRennet，"doyoucallthatawoman？"
"Shehasthemaneofalion，"saidanother。
"Come！"repeatedtheprovost，"thegapiswideenough。
Enterthreeabreast，asatthebreachofPontoise。Letusmakeanendofit，deathofMahom！Iwillmaketwopiecesofthefirstmanwhodrawsback！"
Placedbetweentheprovostandthemother，boththreatening，thesoldiershesitatedforamoment，thentooktheirresolution，andadvancedtowardstheRat-Hole。
Whenthereclusesawthis，sheroseabruptlyonherknees，flungasideherhairfromherface，thenletherthinflayedhandsfallbyherside。Thengreattearsfell，onebyone，fromhereyes；theyfloweddownhercheeksthroughafurrow，likeatorrentthroughabedwhichithashollowedforitself。
Atthesametimeshebegantospeak，butinavoicesosupplicating，sogentle，sosubmissive，soheartrending，thatmorethanoneoldconvict-warderaroundTristanwhomusthavedevouredhumanfleshwipedhiseyes。
"Messeigneurs！messieursthesergeants，oneword。ThereisonethingwhichImustsaytoyou。Sheismydaughter，doyousee？mydearlittledaughterwhomIhadlost！
Listen。Itisquiteahistory。ConsiderthatIknewthesergeantsverywell。Theywerealwaysgoodtomeinthedayswhenthelittleboysthrewstonesatme，becauseIledalifeofpleasure。Doyousee？Youwillleavememychildwhenyouknow！Iwasapoorwomanofthetown。ItwastheBohemianswhostoleherfromme。AndIkepthershoeforfifteenyears。Stay，hereitis。Thatwasthekindoffootwhichshehad。AtReims！LaChantefleurie！RueFolle-
Peine！Perchance，youknewaboutthat。ItwasI。Inyouryouth，then，therewasamerrytime，whenonepassedgoodhours。Youwilltakepityonme，willyounot，gentlemen？
Thegypsiesstoleherfromme；theyhidherfrommeforfifteenyears。Ithoughtherdead。Fancy，mygoodfriends，believedhertobedead。Ihavepassedfifteenyearshereinthiscellar，withoutafireinwinter。Itishard。Thepoor，dearlittleshoe！IhavecriedsomuchthatthegoodGodhasheardme。Thisnighthehasgivenmydaughterbacktome。
ItisamiracleofthegoodGod。Shewasnotdead。Youwillnottakeherfromme，Iamsure。Ifitweremyself，I
wouldsaynothing；butshe，achildofsixteen！Leavehertimetoseethesun！Whathasshedonetoyou？nothingatall。NorhaveI。IfyoudidbutknowthatsheisallI
have，thatIamold，thatsheisablessingwhichtheHolyVirginhassenttome！Andthen，youareallsogood！
Youdidnotknowthatshewasmydaughter；butnowyoudoknowit。Oh！Iloveher！Monsieur，thegrandprovost。
Iwouldpreferastabinmyownvitalstoascratchonherfinger！Youhavetheairofsuchagoodlord！WhatIhavetoldyouexplainsthematter，doesitnot？Oh！ifyouhavehadamother，monsiegneur！youarethecaptain，leavememychild！ConsiderthatIprayyouonmyknees，asonepraystoJesusChrist！Iasknothingofanyone；IamfromReims，gentlemen；Iownalittlefieldinheritedfrommyuncle，MahietPradon。Iamnobeggar。Iwishnothing，butIdowantmychild！oh！Iwanttokeepmychild！ThegoodGod，whoisthemaster，hasnotgivenherbacktomefornothing！Theking！yousaytheking！Itwouldnotcausehimmuchpleasuretohavemylittledaughterkilled！
Andthen，thekingisgood！sheismydaughter！sheismyowndaughter！Shebelongsnottotheking！sheisnotyours！Iwanttogoaway！wewanttogoaway！andwhentwowomenpass，oneamotherandtheotheradaughter，oneletsthemgo！Letuspass！webelonginReims。Oh！youareverygood，messieursthesergeants，Iloveyouall。Youwillnottakemydearlittleone，itisimpossible！Itisutterlyimpossible，isitnot？Mychild，mychild！"
Wewillnottrytogiveanideaofhergestures，hertone，ofthetearswhichsheswallowedasshespoke，ofthehandswhichsheclaspedandthenwrung，oftheheart-breakingsmiles，oftheswimmingglances，ofthegroans，thesighs，themiserableandaffectingcrieswhichshemingledwithherdisordered，wild，andincoherentwords。WhenshebecamesilentTristanl’Hermitefrowned，butitwastoconcealatearwhichwelledupinhistiger’seye。Heconqueredthisweakness，however，andsaidinacurttone，——
"Thekingwillsit。"
ThenhebentdowntotheearofRennetCousin，andsaidtohiminaverylowtone，——
"Makeanendofitquickly！"Possibly，theredoubtableprovostfelthisheartalsofailinghim。
Theexecutionerandthesergeantsenteredthecell。Themotherofferednoresistance，onlyshedraggedherselftowardsherdaughterandthrewherselfbodilyuponher。
Thegypsybeheldthesoldiersapproach。Thehorrorofdeathreanimatedher，——
"Mother！"sheshrieked，inatoneofindescribabledistress，"Mother！theyarecoming！defendme！"
"Yes，mylove，Iamdefendingyou！"repliedthemother，inadyingvoice；andclaspinghercloselyinherarms，shecoveredherwithkisses。Thetwolyingthusontheearth，themotheruponthedaughter，presentedaspectacleworthyofpity。
RennetCousingraspedtheyounggirlbythemiddleofherbody，beneathherbeautifulshoulders。Whenshefeltthathand，shecried，"Heuh！"andfainted。Theexecutionerwhowassheddinglargetearsuponher，dropbydrop，wasabouttobearherawayinhisarms。Hetriedtodetachthemother，whohad，sotospeak，knottedherhandsaroundherdaughter’swaist；butsheclungsostronglytoherchild，thatitwasimpossibletoseparatethem。ThenRennetCousindraggedtheyounggirloutsidethecell，andthemotherafterher。Themother’seyeswerealsoclosed。
Atthatmoment，thesunrose，andtherewasalreadyonthePlaceafairlynumerousassemblyofpeoplewholookedonfromadistanceatwhatwasbeingthusdraggedalongthepavementtothegibbet。ForthatwasProvostTristan’swayatexecutions。Hehadapassionforpreventingtheapproachofthecurious。
Therewasnooneatthewindows。Onlyatadistance，atthesummitofthatoneofthetowersofNotre-DamewhichcommandstheGrève，twomenoutlinedinblackagainstthelightmorningsky，andwhoseemedtobelookingon，werevisible。
RennetCousinpausedatthefootofthefatalladder，withthatwhichhewasdragging，and，barelybreathing，withsomuchpitydidthethinginspirehim，hepassedtheropearoundthelovelyneckoftheyounggirl。Theunfortunatechildfeltthehorribletouchofthehemp。Sheraisedhereyelids，andsawthefleshlessarmofthestonegallowsextendedaboveherhead。Thensheshookherselfandshriekedinaloudandheartrendingvoice:"No！no！Iwillnot！"Hermother，whoseheadwasburiedandconcealedinherdaughter’sgarments，saidnotaword；onlyherwholebodycouldbeseentoquiver，andshewasheardtoredoubleherkissesonherchild。Theexecutionertookadvantageofthismomenttohastilyloosethearmswithwhichsheclaspedthecondemnedgirl。Eitherthroughexhaustionordespair，shelethimhavehisway。Thenhetooktheyounggirlonhisshoulder，fromwhichthecharmingcreaturehung，gracefullybentoverhislargehead。Thenhesethisfootontheladderinordertoascend。
Atthatmoment，themotherwhowascrouchingonthepavement，openedhereyeswide。Withoututteringacry，sheraisedherselferectwithaterribleexpression；thensheflungherselfuponthehandoftheexecutioner，likeabeastonitsprey，andbitit。Itwasdonelikeaflashoflightning。Theheadsmanhowledwithpain。Thosenearbyrushedup。
Withdifficultytheywithdrewhisbleedinghandfromthemother’steeth。Shepreservedaprofoundsilence。Theythrustherbackwithmuchbrutality，andnoticedthatherheadfellheavilyonthepavement。Theyraisedher，shefellbackagain。Shewasdead。
Theexecutioner，whohadnotloosedhisholdontheyounggirl，begantoascendtheladderoncemore。
CHAPTERII。
THEBEAUTIFULCREATURECLADINWHITE。Dante。
WhenQuasimodosawthatthecellwasempty，thatthegypsywasnolongerthere，thatwhilehehadbeendefendinghershehadbeenabducted，hegraspedhishairwithbothhandsandstampedwithsurpriseandpain；thenhesetouttorunthroughtheentirechurchseekinghisBohemian，howlingstrangecriestoallthecornersofthewalls，strewinghisredhaironthepavement。Itwasjustatthemomentwhentheking’sarchersweremakingtheirvictoriousentranceintoNotre-Dame，alsoinsearchofthegypsy。Quasimodo，poor，deaffellow，aidedthemintheirfatalintentions，withoutsuspectingit；hethoughtthattheoutcastswerethegypsy’senemies。HehimselfconductedTristanl’Hermitetoallpossiblehiding-places，openedtohimthesecretdoors，thedoublebottomsofthealtars，therearsacristries。Iftheunfortunategirlhadstillbeenthere，itwouldhavebeenhehimselfwhowouldhavedeliveredherup。
WhenthefatigueoffindingnothinghaddisheartenedTristan，whowasnoteasilydiscouraged，Quasimodocontinuedthesearchalone。Hemadethetourofthechurchtwentytimes，lengthandbreadth，upanddown，ascendinganddescending，running，calling，sbouting，peeping，rummaging，ransacking，thrustinghisheadintoeveryhole，pushingatorchundereveryvault，despairing，mad。A
malewhohaslosthisfemaleisnomoreroaringnormorehaggard。
Atlastwhenhewassure，perfectlysurethatshewasnolongerthere，thatallwasatanend，thatshehadbeensnatchedfromhim，heslowlymountedthestaircasetothetowers，thatstaircasewhichhehadascendedwithsomucheagernessandtriumphonthedaywhenhehadsavedher。
Hepassedthosesameplacesoncemorewithdroopinghead，voiceless，tearless，almostbreathless。Thechurchwasagaindeserted，andhadfallenbackintoitssilence。Thearchershadquittedittotrackthesorceressinthecity。Quasimodo，leftaloneinthatvastNotre-Dame，sobesiegedandtumultuousbutashorttimebefore，oncemorebetookhimselftothecellwherethegypsyhadsleptforsomanyweeksunderhisguardianship。
Asheapproachedit，hefanciedthathemight，perhaps，findherthere。When，attheturnofthegallerywhichopensontheroofofthesideaisles，heperceivedthetinycellwithitslittlewindowanditslittledoorcrouchingbeneathagreatflyingbuttresslikeabird’snestunderabranch，thepoorman’sheartfailedhim，andheleanedagainstapillartokeepfromfalling。Heimaginedthatshemighthavereturnedthither，thatsomegoodgeniushad，nodoubt，broughtherback，thatthischamberwastootranquil，toosafe，toocharmingforhernottobethere，andhedarednottakeanotherstepforfearofdestroyinghisillusion。"Yes，"hesaidtohimself，"perchancesheissleeping，orpraying。Imustnotdisturbher。"
Atlengthhesummonedupcourage，advancedontiptoe，looked，entered。Empty。Thecellwasstillempty。Theunhappydeafmanwalkedslowlyroundit，liftedthebedandlookedbeneathit，asthoughshemightbeconcealedbetweenthepavementandthemattress，thenheshookhisheadandremainedstupefied。Allatonce，hecrushedhistorchunderhisfoot，and，withoututteringaword，withoutgivingventtoasigh，heflunghimselfatfullspeed，headforemostagainstthewall，andfellfaintingonthefloor。
Whenherecoveredhissenses，hethrewhimselfonthebedandrollingabout，hekissedfranticallytheplacewheretheyounggirlhadsleptandwhichwasstillwarm；heremainedthereforseveralmomentsasmotionlessasthoughhewereabouttoexpire；thenherose，drippingwithperspiration，panting，mad，andbegantobeathisheadagainstthewallwiththefrightfulregularityoftheclapperofhisbells，andtheresolutionofamandeterminedtokillhimself。Atlengthhefellasecondtime，exhausted；hedraggedhimselfonhiskneesoutsidethecell，andcroucheddownfacingthedoor，inanattitudeofastonishment。
Heremainedthusformorethananhourwithoutmakingamovement，withhiseyefixedonthedesertedcell，moregloomy，andmorepensivethanamotherseatedbetweenanemptycradleandafullcoffin。Heutterednotaword；onlyatlongintervals，asobheavedhisbodyviolently，butitwasatearlesssob，likesummerlightningwhichmakesnonoise。
Itappearstohavebeenthen，that，seekingatthebottomofhislonelythoughtsfortheunexpectedabductorofthegypsy，hethoughtofthearchdeacon。HerememberedthatDomClaudealonepossessedakeytothestaircaseleadingtothecell；herecalledhisnocturnalattemptsontheyounggirl，inthefirstofwhichhe，Quasimodo，hadassisted，thesecondofwhichhehadprevented。Herecalledathousanddetails，andsoonhenolongerdoubtedthatthearchdeaconhadtakenthegypsy。Nevertheless，suchwashisrespectforthepriest，suchhisgratitude，hisdevotion，hisloveforthismanhadtakensuchdeeprootinhisheart，thattheyresisted，evenatthismoment，thetalonsofjealousyanddespair。
Hereflectedthatthearchdeaconhaddonethisthing，andthewrathofbloodanddeathwhichitwouldhaveevokedinhimagainstanyotherperson，turnedinthepoordeafman，fromthemomentwhenClaudeFrollowasinquestion，intoanincreaseofgriefandsorrow。
Atthemomentwhenhisthoughtwasthusfixeduponthepriest，whilethedaybreakwaswhiteningtheflyingbuttresses，heperceivedonthehigheststoryofNotre-Dame，attheangleformedbytheexternalbalustradeasitmakestheturnofthechancel，afigurewalking。Thisfigurewascomingtowardshim。Herecognizedit。Itwasthearchdeacon。
Claudewaswalkingwithaslow，gravestep。Hedidnotlookbeforehimashewalked，hewasdirectinghiscoursetowardsthenortherntower，buthisfacewasturnedasidetowardstherightbankoftheSeine，andheheldhisheadhigh，asthoughtryingtoseesomethingovertheroofs。Theowloftenassumesthisobliqueattitude。Itfliestowardsonepointandlookstowardsanother。InthismannerthepriestpassedaboveQuasimodowithoutseeinghim。
Thedeafman，whohadbeenpetrifiedbythissuddenapparition，beheldhimdisappearthroughthedoorofthestaircasetothenorthtower。ThereaderisawarethatthisisthetowerfromwhichtheH？tel-de-Villeisvisible。
Quasimodoroseandfollowedthearchdeacon。
Quasimodoascendedthetowerstaircaseforthesakeofascendingit，forthesakeofseeingwhythepriestwasascendingit。Moreover，thepoorbellringerdidnotknowwhatheQuasimodoshoulddo，whatheshouldsay，whathewished。
Hewasfulloffuryandfulloffear。Thearchdeaconandthegypsyhadcomeintoconflictinhisheart。
Whenhereachedthesummitofthetower，beforeemergingfromtheshadowofthestaircaseandsteppingupontheplatform，hecautiouslyexaminedthepositionofthepriest。
Thepriest’sbackwasturnedtohim。Thereisanopenworkbalustradewhichsurroundstheplatformofthebelltower。
Thepriest，whoseeyeslookeddownuponthetown，wasrestinghisbreastonthatoneofthefoursidesofthebalustradeswhichlooksuponthePontNotre-Dame。
Quasimodo，advancingwiththetreadofawolfbehindhim，wenttoseewhathewasgazingatthus。
Thepriest’sattentionwassoabsorbedelsewherethathedidnothearthedeafmanwalkingbehindhim。
Parisisamagnificentandcharmingspectacle，andespeciallyatthatday，viewedfromthetopofthetowersofNotre-
Dame，inthefreshlightofasummerdawn。ThedaymighthavebeeninJuly。Theskywasperfectlyserene。Sometardystarswerefadingawayatvariouspoints，andtherewasaverybrilliantoneintheeast，inthebrightestpartoftheheavens。Thesunwasabouttoappear；Pariswasbeginningtomove。Averywhiteandverypurelightbroughtoutvividlytotheeyealltheoutlinesthatitsthousandsofhousespresenttotheeast。Thegiantshadowofthetowersleapedfromrooftoroof，fromoneendofthegreatcitytotheother。
Therewereseveralquartersfromwhichwerealreadyheardvoicesandnoisysounds。Herethestrokeofabell，therethestrokeofahammer，beyond，thecomplicatedclatterofacartinmotion。
Alreadyseveralcolumnsofsmokewerebeingbelchedforthfromthechimneysscatteredoverthewholesurfaceofroofs，asthroughthefissuresofanimmensesulphurouscrater。
Theriver，whichrufflesitswatersagainstthearchesofsomanybridges，againstthepointsofsomanyislands，waswaveringwithsilveryfolds。Aroundthecity，outsidetheramparts，sightwaslostinagreatcircleoffleecyvaporsthroughwhichoneconfusedlydistinguishedtheindefinitelineoftheplains，andthegracefulswelloftheheights。Allsortsoffloatingsoundsweredispersedoverthishalf-awakenedcity。Towardstheeast，themorningbreezechasedafewsoftwhitebitsofwooltornfromthemistyfleeceofthehills。
IntheParvis，somegoodwomen，whohadtheirmilkjugsintheirhands，werepointingouttoeachother，withastonishment，thesingulardilapidationofthegreatdoorofNotre-Dame，andthetwosolidifiedstreamsofleadinthecrevicesofthestone。Thiswasallthatremainedofthetempestofthenight。ThebonfirelightedbetweenthetowersbyQuasimodohaddiedout。TristanhadalreadyclearedupthePlace，andhadthedeadthrownintotheSeine。KingslikeLouisXI。arecarefultocleanthepavementquicklyafteramassacre。
Outsidethebalustradeofthetower，directlyunderthepointwherethepriesthadpaused，therewasoneofthosefantasticallycarvedstonegutterswithwhichGothicedificesbristle，and，inacreviceofthatgutter，twoprettywallflowersinblossom，shakenoutandvivified，asitwere，bythebreathofair，madefrolicsomesalutationstoeachother。Abovethetowers，onhigh，farawayinthedepthsofthesky，thecriesoflittlebirdswereheard。
Butthepriestwasnotlisteningto，wasnotlookingat，anythingofallthis。Hewasoneofthemenforwhomtherearenomornings，nobirds，noflowers。Inthatimmensehorizon，whichassumedsomanyaspectsabouthim，hiscontemplationwasconcentratedonasinglepoint。
Quasimodowasburningtoaskhimwhathehaddonewiththegypsy；butthearchdeaconseemedtobeoutoftheworldatthatmoment。Hewasevidentlyinoneofthoseviolentmomentsoflifewhenonewouldnotfeeltheearthcrumble。
Heremainedmotionlessandsilent，withhiseyessteadilyfixedonacertainpoint；andtherewassomethingsoterribleaboutthissilenceandimmobilitythatthesavagebellringershudderedbeforeitanddarednotcomeincontactwithit。
Only，andthiswasalsoonewayofinterrogatingthearchdeacon，hefollowedthedirectionofhisvision，andinthiswaytheglanceoftheunhappydeafmanfelluponthePlacedeGrève。
Thushesawwhatthepriestwaslookingat。Theladderwaserectednearthepermanentgallows。ThereweresomepeopleandmanysoldiersinthePlace。Amanwasdraggingawhitething，fromwhichhungsomethingblack，alongthepavement。Thismanhaltedatthefootofthegallows。
HeresomethingtookplacewhichQuasimodocouldnotseeveryclearly。Itwasnotbecausehisonlyeyehadnotpreserveditslongrange，buttherewasagroupofsoldierswhichpreventedhisseeingeverything。Moreover，atthatmomentthesunappeared，andsuchafloodoflightoverflowedthehorizonthatonewouldhavesaidthatallthepointsinParis，spires，chimneys，gables，hadsimultaneouslytakenfire。
Meanwhile，themanbegantomounttheladder。ThenQuasimodosawhimagaindistinctly。Hewascarryingawomanonhisshoulder，ayounggirldressedinwhite；thatyounggirlhadanooseaboutherneck。Quasimodorecognizedher。
Itwasshe。
Themanreachedthetopoftheladder。Therehearrangedthenoose。Herethepriest，inordertoseethebetter，kneltuponthebalustrade。
Allatoncethemankickedawaytheladderabruptly，andQuasimodo，whohadnotbreathedforseveralmoments，beheldtheunhappychilddanglingattheendoftheropetwofathomsabovethepavement，withthemansquattingonhershoulders。
Theropemadeseveralgyrationsonitself，andQuasimodobeheldhorribleconvulsionsrunalongthegypsy’sbody。Thepriest，onhisside，withoutstretchedneckandeyesstartingfromhishead，contemplatedthishorriblegroupofthemanandtheyounggirl，——thespiderandthefly。
Atthemomentwhenitwasmosthorrible，thelaughofademon，alaughwhichonecanonlygiveventtowhenoneisnolongerhuman，burstforthonthepriest’slividface。
Quasimododidnothearthatlaugh，buthesawit。
Thebellringerretreatedseveralpacesbehindthearchdeacon，andsuddenlyhurlinghimselfuponhimwithfury，withhishugehandshepushedhimbythebackoverintotheabyssoverwhichDomClaudewasleaning。
Thepriestshrieked:"Damnation！"andfell。
Thespout，abovewhichhehadstood，arrestedhiminhisfall。Heclungtoitwithdesperatehands，and，atthemomentwhenheopenedhismouthtoutterasecondcry，hebeheldtheformidableandavengingfaceofQuasimodothrustovertheedgeofthebalustradeabovehishead。
Thenhewassilent。
Theabysswastherebelowhim。Afallofmorethantwohundredfeetandthepavement。
Inthisterriblesituation，thearchdeaconsaidnotaword，utterednotagroan。Hemerelywritheduponthespout，withincredibleeffortstoclimbupagain；buthishandshadnoholdonthegranite，hisfeetslidalongtheblackenedwallwithoutcatchingfast。PeoplewhohaveascendedthetowersofNotre-Dameknowthatthereisaswellofthestoneimmediatelybeneaththebalustrade。Itwasonthisretreatinganglethatmiserablearchdeaconexhaustedhimself。Hehadnottodealwithaperpendicularwall，butwithonewhichslopedawaybeneathhim。
Quasimodohadbuttostretchouthishandinordertodrawhimfromthegulf；buthedidnotevenlookathim。HewaslookingattheGrève。Hewaslookingatthegallows。Hewaslookingatthegypsy。
Thedeafmanwasleaning，withhiselbowsonthebalustrade，atthespotwherethearchdeaconhadbeenamomentbefore，andthere，neverdetachinghisgazefromtheonlyobjectwhichexistedforhimintheworldatthatmoment，heremainedmotionlessandmute，likeamanstruckbylightning，andalongstreamoftearsflowedinsilencefromthateyewhich，uptothattime，hadnevershedbutonetear。
Meanwhile，thearchdeaconwaspanting。Hisbaldbrowwasdrippingwithperspiration，hisnailswerebleedingagainstthestones，hiskneeswereflayedbythewall。
Heheardhiscassock，whichwascaughtonthespout，crackandripateveryjerkthathegaveit。Tocompletehismisfortune，thisspoutendedinaleadenpipewhichbentundertheweightofhisbody。Thearchdeaconfeltthispipeslowlygivingway。Themiserablemansaidtohimselfthat，whenhishandsshouldbewornoutwithfatigue，whenhiscassockshouldtearasunder，whentheleadshouldgiveway，hewouldbeobligedtofall，andterrorseizeduponhisveryvitals。
Nowandthenheglancedwildlyatasortofnarrowshelfformed，tenfeetlowerdown，byprojectionsofthesculpture，andheprayedheaven，fromthedepthsofhisdistressedsoul，thathemightbeallowedtofinishhislife，wereittolasttwocenturies，onthatspacetwofeetsquare。Once，heglancedbelowhimintothePlace，intotheabyss；theheadwhichheraisedagainhaditseyesclosedanditshairstandingerect。
Therewassomethingfrightfulinthesilenceofthesetwomen。Whilethearchdeaconagonizedinthisterriblefashionafewfeetbelowhim，QuasimodoweptandgazedattheGrève。
Thearchdeacon，seeingthatallhisexertionsservedonlytoweakenthefragilesupportwhichremainedtohim，decidedtoremainquiet。Therehehung，embracingthegutter，hardlybreathing，nolongerstirring，makingnolongeranyothermovementsthanthatmechanicalconvulsionofthestomach，whichoneexperiencesindreamswhenonefancieshimselffalling。Hisfixedeyeswerewideopenwithastare。Helostgroundlittlebylittle，nevertheless，hisfingersslippedalongthespout；hebecamemoreandmoreconsciousofthefeeblenessofhisarmsandtheweightofhisbody。Thecurveoftheleadwhichsustainedhiminclinedmoreandmoreeachinstanttowardstheabyss。
Hebeheldbelowhim，afrightfulthing，theroofofSaint-
JeanleRond，assmallasacardfoldedintwo。Hegazedattheimpressivecarvings，onebyone，ofthetower，suspendedlikehimselfovertheprecipice，butwithoutterrorforthemselvesorpityforhim。Allwasstonearoundhim；beforehiseyes，gapingmonsters；below，quiteatthebottom，inthePlace，thepavement；abovehishead，Quasimodoweeping。
IntheParvistherewereseveralgroupsofcuriousgoodpeople，whoweretranquillyseekingtodivinewhothemadmancouldbewhowasamusinghimselfinsostrangeamanner。
Thepriestheardthemsaying，fortheirvoicesreachedhim，clearandshrill:"Why，hewillbreakhisneck！"
Quasimodowept。
Atlastthearchdeacon，foamingwithrageanddespair，understoodthatallwasinvain。Nevertheless，hecollectedallthestrengthwhichremainedtohimforafinaleffort。Hestiffenedhimselfuponthespout，pushedagainstthewallwithbothhisknees，clungtoacreviceinthestoneswithhishands，andsucceededinclimbingbackwithonefoot，perhaps；butthiseffortmadetheleadenbeakonwhichherestedbendabruptly。Hiscassockburstopenatthesametime。Then，feelingeverythinggivewaybeneathhim，withnothingbuthisstiffenedandfailinghandstosupporthim，theunfortunatemanclosedhiseyesandletgoofthespout。
Hefell。
Quasimodowatchedhimfall。
Afallfromsuchaheightisseldomperpendicular。Thearchdeacon，launchedintospace，fellatfirstheadforemost，withoutspreadhands；thenhewhirledoverandovermanytimes；thewindblewhimupontheroofofahouse，wheretheunfortunatemanbegantobreakup。Nevertheless，hewasnotdeadwhenhereachedthere。Thebellringersawhimstillendeavortoclingtoagablewithhisnails；butthesurfaceslopedtoomuch，andhehadnomorestrength。Heslidrapidlyalongtherooflikealoosenedtile，anddasheduponthepavement。Therehenolongermoved。
ThenQuasimodoraisedhiseyestothegypsy，whosebodyhebeheldhangingfromthegibbet，quiveringfarawaybeneathherwhiterobewiththelastshudderingsofanguish，thenhedroppedthemonthearchdeacon，stretchedoutatthebaseofthetower，andnolongerretainingthehumanform，andhesaid，withasobwhichheavedhisdeepchest，——
"Oh！allthatIhaveeverloved！"
CHAPTERIII。
THEMARRIAGEOFPHOEBUS。
Towardseveningonthatday，whenthejudiciaryofficersofthebishopcametopickupfromthepavementoftheParvisthedislocatedcorpseofthearchdeacon，Quasimodohaddisappeared。
Agreatmanyrumorswereincirculationwithregardtothisadventure。Noonedoubtedbutthatthedayhadcomewhen，inaccordancewiththeircompact，Quasimodo，thatistosay，thedevil，wastocarryoffClaudeFrollo，thatistosay，thesorcerer。Itwaspresumedthathehadbrokenthebodywhentakingthesoul，likemonkeyswhobreaktheshelltogetatthenut。
Thisiswhythearchdeaconwasnotinterredinconsecratedearth。
LouisXI。diedayearlater，inthemonthofAugust，1483。
AsforPierreGringoire，hesucceededinsavingthegoat，andhewonsuccessintragedy。Itappearsthat，afterhavingtastedastrology，philosophy，architecture，hermetics，——allvanities，hereturnedtotragedy，vainestpursuitofall。Thisiswhathecalled"comingtoatragicend。"Thisiswhatistoberead，onthesubjectofhisdramatictriumphs，in1483，intheaccountsofthe"Ordinary:""ToJehanMarchandandPierreGringoire，carpenterandcomposer，whohavemadeandcomposedthemysterymadeattheCh？teletofParis，attheentryofMonsieurtheLegate，andhaveorderedthepersonages，clothedanddressedthesame，asinthesaidmysterywasrequired；andlikewise，forhavingmadethescaffoldingstheretonecessary；andforthisdeed，——onehundredlivres。"
PhoebusdeChateaupersalsocametoatragicend。Hemarried。
CHAPTERIV。
THEMARRIAGEOFQUASIMODO。
WehavejustsaidthatQuasimododisappearedfromNotre-
Dameonthedayofthegypsy’sandofthearchdeacon’sdeath。
Hewasnotseenagain，infact；nooneknewwhathadbecomeofhim。
DuringthenightwhichfollowedtheexecutionoflaEsmeralda，thenightmenhaddetachedherbodyfromthegibbet，andhadcarriedit，accordingtocustom，tothecellarofMontfau？on。
Montfau？onwas，asSauvalsays，"themostancientandthemostsuperbgibbetinthekingdom。"BetweenthefaubourgsoftheTempleandSaintMartin，aboutahundredandsixtytoisesfromthewallsofParis，afewbowshotsfromLaCourtille，therewastobeseenonthecrestofagentle，almostimperceptibleeminence，butsufficientlyelevatedtobeseenforseveralleaguesroundabout，anedificeofstrangeform，bearingconsiderableresemblancetoaCelticcromlech，andwherealsohumansacrificeswereoffered。
Letthereaderpicturetohimself，crowningalimestonehillock，anoblongmassofmasonryfifteenfeetinheight，thirtywide，fortylong，withagate，anexternalrailingandaplatform；
onthisplatformsixteenenormouspillarsofroughhewnstone，thirtyfeetinheight，arrangedinacolonnaderoundthreeofthefoursidesofthemasswhichsupportthem，boundtogetherattheirsummitsbyheavybeams，whencehungchainsatintervals；
onallthesechains，skeletons；inthevicinity，ontheplain，astonecrossandtwogibbetsofsecondaryimportance，whichseemedtohavesprungupasshootsaroundthecentralgallows；
aboveallthis，inthesky，aperpetualflockofcrows；thatwasMontfau？on。
Attheendofthefifteenthcentury，theformidablegibbetwhichdatedfrom1328，wasalreadyverymuchdilapidated；
thebeamswerewormeaten，thechainsrusted，thepillarsgreenwithmould；thelayersofhewnstonewereallcrackedattheirjoints，andgrasswasgrowingonthatplatformwhichnofeettouched。Themonumentmadeahorribleprofileagainstthesky；especiallyatnightwhentherewasalittlemoonlightonthosewhiteskulls，orwhenthebreezeofeveningbrushedthechainsandtheskeletons，andswayedalltheseinthedarkness。Thepresenceofthisgibbetsufficedtorendergloomyallthesurroundingplaces。
Themassofmasonrywhichservedasfoundationtotheodiousedificewashollow。Ahugecellarhadbeenconstructedthere，closedbyanoldirongrating，whichwasoutoforder，intowhichwerecastnotonlythehumanremains，whichweretakenfromthechainsofMontfau？on，butalsothebodiesofalltheunfortunatesexecutedontheotherpermanentgibbetsofParis。Tothatdeepcharnel-house，wheresomanyhumanremainsandsomanycrimeshaverottedincompany，manygreatonesofthisworld，manyinnocentpeople，havecontributedtheirbones，fromEnguerranddeMarigni，thefirstvictim，andajustman，toAdmiraldeColigni，whowasitslast，andwhowasalsoajustman。
AsforthemysteriousdisappearanceofQuasimodo，thisisallthatwehavebeenabletodiscover。
Abouteighteenmonthsortwoyearsaftertheeventswhichterminatethisstory，whensearchwasmadeinthatcavernforthebodyofOlivierleDaim，whohadbeenhangedtwodayspreviously，andtowhomCharlesVIII。hadgrantedthefavorofbeingburiedinSaintLaurent，inbettercompany，theyfoundamongallthosehideouscarcassestwoskeletons，oneofwhichheldtheotherinitsembrace。Oneoftheseskeletons，whichwasthatofawoman，stillhadafewstripsofagarmentwhichhadoncebeenwhite，andaroundherneckwastobeseenastringofadrézarachbeadswithalittlesilkbagornamentedwithgreenglass，whichwasopenandempty。
Theseobjectswereofsolittlevaluethattheexecutionerhadprobablynotcaredforthem。Theother，whichheldthisoneinacloseembrace，wastheskeletonofaman。Itwasnoticedthathisspinalcolumnwascrooked，hisheadseatedonhisshoulderblades，andthatonelegwasshorterthantheother。
Moreover，therewasnofractureofthevertebraeatthenapeoftheneck，anditwasevidentthathehadnotbeenhanged。
Hence，themantowhomithadbelongedhadcomethitherandhaddiedthere。Whentheytriedtodetachtheskeletonwhichheheldinhisembrace，hefelltodust。
NOTE
ADDEDTOTHEDEFINITIVEEDITION。
Itisbymistakethatthiseditionwasannouncedasaugmentedbymanynewchapters。Thewordshouldhavebeenunpublished。Infact，ifbynew，newlymadeistobeunderstood，thechaptersaddedtothiseditionarenotnew。
Theywerewrittenatthesametimeastherestofthework；
theydatefromthesameepoch，andsprangfromthesamethought，theyhavealwaysformedapartofthemanuscriptof"Notre-Dame-de-Paris。"Moreover，theauthorcannotcomprehendhowfreshdevelopmentscouldbeaddedtoaworkofthischaracterafteritscompletion。Thisisnottobedoneatwill。Accordingtohisidea，aromanceisborninamannerthatis，insomesort，necessary，withallitschapters；adramaisbornwithallitsscenes。Thinknotthatthereisanythingarbitraryinthenumbersofpartsofwhichthatwhole，thatmysteriousmicrocosmwhichyoucalladramaoraromance，iscomposed。Graftingandsolderingtakebadlyonworksofthisnature，whichshouldgushforthinasinglestreamandsoremain。Thethingoncedone，donotchangeyourmind，donottouchitup。Thebookoncepublished，thesexofthework，whethervirileornot，hasbeenrecognizedandproclaimed；whenthechildhasonceutteredhisfirstcryheisborn，thereheis，heismadeso，neitherfathernormothercandoanything，hebelongstotheairandtothesun，lethimliveordie，suchasheis。Hasyourbookbeenafailure？
Somuchtheworse。Addnochapterstoanunsuccessfulbook。Isitincomplete？Youshouldhavecompleteditwhenyouconceivedit。Isyourtreecrooked？Youcannotstraightenitup。Isyourromanceconsumptive？Isyourromancenotcapableofliving？Youcannotsupplyitwiththebreathwhichitlacks。Hasyourdramabeenbornlame？
Takemyadvice，anddonotprovideitwithawoodenleg。
Hencetheauthorattachesparticularimportancetothepublicknowingforacertaintythatthechaptershereaddedhavenotbeenmadeexpresslyforthisreprint。Theywerenotpublishedintheprecedingeditionsofthebookforaverysimplereason。Atthetimewhen"Notre-Dame-de-Paris"wasprintedthefirsttime，themanuscriptofthesethreechaptershadbeenmislaid。Itwasnecessarytorewritethemortodispensewiththem。Theauthorconsideredthattheonlytwoofthesechapterswhichwereintheleastimportant，owingtotheirextent，werechaptersonartandhistorywhichinnowayinterferedwiththegroundworkofthedramaandtheromance，thatthepublicwouldnotnoticetheirloss，andthathe，theauthor，wouldalonebeinpossessionofthesecret。Hedecidedtoomitthem，andthen，ifthewholetruthmustbeconfessed，hisindolenceshrunkfromthetaskofrewritingthethreelostchapters。Hewouldhavefounditashortermattertomakeanewromance。
Nowthechaptershavebeenfound，andheavailshimselfofthefirstopportunitytorestorethemtotheirplace。
Thisnow，ishisentirework，suchashedreamedit，suchashemadeit，goodorbad，durableorfragile，butsuchashewishesit。
Theserecoveredchapterswillpossessnodoubt，butlittlevalueintheeyesofpersons，otherwiseveryjudicious，whohavesoughtin"Notre-Dame-de-Paris"onlythedrama，theromance。Butthereareperchance，otherreaders，whohavenotfoundituselesstostudytheaestheticandphilosophicthoughtconcealedinthisbook，andwhohavetakenpleasure，whilereading"Notre-Dame-de-Paris，"inunravellingbeneaththeromancesomethingelsethantheromance，andinfollowingmaywebepardonedtheseratherambitiousexpressions，thesystemofthehistorianandtheaimoftheartistthroughthecreationofthepoet。
Forsuchpeopleespecially，thechaptersaddedtothiseditionwillcomplete"Notre-Dame-de-Paris，"ifweadmitthat"Notre-Dame-de-Paris"wasworththetroubleofcompleting。
Inoneofthesechaptersonthepresentdecadenceofarchitecture，andonthedeathinhismindalmostinevitable
ofthatkingofarts，theauthorexpressesanddevelopsanopinionunfortunatelywellrootedinhim，andwellthoughtout。Buthefeelsitnecessarytosayherethatheearnestlydesiresthatthefuturemay，someday，puthiminthewrong。Heknowsthatartinallitsformshaseverythingtohopefromthenewgenerationswhosegenius，stillinthegerm，canbeheardgushingforthinourstudios。Thegrainisinthefurrow，theharvestwillcertainlybefine。Hemerelyfears，andthereasonmaybeseeninthesecondvolumeofthisedition，thatthesapmayhavebeenwithdrawnfromthatancientsoilofarchitecturewhichhasbeenforsomanycenturiesthebestfieldforart。
Nevertheless，thereareto-dayintheartisticyouthsomuchlife，power，and，sotospeak，predestination，thatinourschoolsofarchitectureinparticular，atthepresenttime，theprofessors，whoaredetestable，produce，notonlyunconsciouslybuteveninspiteofthemselves，excellentpupils；quitethereverseofthatpottermentionedbyHorace，whodreamedamphoraeandproducedpots。~Curritrota，urcensexit~。
But，inanycase，whatevermaybethefutureofarchitecture，inwhatevermannerouryoungarchitectsmayonedaysolvethequestionoftheirart，letus，whilewaitingfornewmonument，preservetheancientmonuments。Letus，ifpossible，inspirethenationwithalovefornationalarchitecture。That，theauthordeclares，isoneoftheprincipalaimsofthisbook；
itisoneoftheprincipalaimsofhislife。
"Notre-Dame-de-Paris"has，perhapsopenedsometrueperspectivesontheartoftheMiddleAges，onthatmarvellousartwhichuptothepresenttimehasbeenunknowntosome，and，whatisworse，misknownbyothers。Buttheauthorisfarfromregardingasaccomplished，thetaskwhichhehasvoluntarilyimposedonhimself。Hehasalreadypleadedonmorethanoneoccasion，thecauseofourancientarchitecture，hehasalreadyloudlydenouncedmanyprofanations，manydemolitions，manyimpieties。Hewillnotgrowweary。Hehaspromisedhimselftorecurfrequentlytothissubject。Hewillreturntoit。Hewillbeasindefatigableindefendingourhistoricaledificesasouriconoclastsoftheschoolsandacademiesareeagerinattackingthem；foritisagrievousthingtoseeintowhathandsthearchitectureoftheMiddleAgeshasfallen，andinwhatamannerthebotchersofplasterofthepresentdaytreattheruinofthisgrandart，itisevenashameforusintelligentmenwhoseethematworkandcontentourselveswithhootingthem。Andwearenotspeakingheremerelyofwhatgoesonintheprovinces，butofwhatisdoneinParisatourverydoors，beneathourwindows，inthegreatcity，intheletteredcity，inthecityofthepress，ofword，ofthought。Wecannotresisttheimpulsetopointout，inconcludingthisnote，someoftheactsofvandalismwhichareeverydayplanned，debated，begun，continued，andsuccessfullycompletedundertheeyesoftheartisticpublicofParis，facetofacewithcriticism，whichisdisconcertedbysomuchaudacity。Anarchbishop’spalacehasjustbeendemolished，anedificeinpoortaste，nogreatharmisdone；butinablockwiththearchiepiscopalpalaceabishop’spalacehasbeendemolished，ararefragmentofthefourteenthcentury，whichthedemolishingarchitectcouldnotdistinguishfromtherest。
Hehastornupthewheatwiththetares；’tisallthesame。
TheyaretalkingofrazingtheadmirablechapelofVincennes，inordertomake，withitsstones，somefortification，whichDaumesnildidnotneed，however。WhilethePalaisBourbon，thatwretchededifice，isbeingrepairedatgreatexpense，gustsofwindandequinoctialstormsareallowedtodestroythemagnificentpaintedwindowsoftheSainte-Chapelle。ForthelastfewdaystherehasbeenascaffoldingonthetowerofSaintJacquesdelaBoucherie；andoneofthesemorningsthepickwillbelaidtoit。AmasonhasbeenfoundtobuildalittlewhitehousebetweenthevenerabletowersofthePalaisde-Justice。AnotherhasbeenfoundwillingtopruneawaySaint-Germain-des-Pres，thefeudalabbeywiththreebelltowers。Anotherwillbefound，nodoubt，capableofpullingdownSaint-Germainl’Auxerrois。Allthesemasonsclaimtobearchitects，arepaidbytheprefectureorfromthepettybudget，andweargreencoats。Alltheharmwhichfalsetastecaninflictongoodtaste，theyaccomplish。Whilewewrite，deplorablespectacle！oneofthemholdspossessionoftheTuileries，oneofthemisgivingPhilibertDelormeascaracrossthemiddleofhisface；anditisnot，assuredly，oneoftheleastofthescandalsofourtimetoseewithwhateffronterytheheavyarchitectureofthisgentlemanisbeingflattenedoveroneofthemostdelicatefa？adesoftheRenaissance！
PARIS，October20，1832。
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