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    _ wre Milas. 1 1 qr ay | ee } me i, 4 ; io - Y | Ms i 7 : y : ? : I A i ~The Hunchback { ' \ of Notre Dame English - Arabic fa) eee rhe VICTOR HUGO 1802 - 1885 Victor - Marie Hugo was born on February26, 1802. He is the third son of Joseph Hugo, an officer in Napoleon's army, and Sophie ‘Trébuchet, a sea captain's daughter. By the time he came into this world, his parents’ marriage was already in trouble, although they did not formally separate until he was sixteen years old. When Victor was two years old, however, his mother took him with her to live in Paris while his father was away on military duty. Victor fell in love with the city and later called Paris «the birthplace of my soul», Victor Hugo was given a solid education in Latin literature and even studied to be a lawyer, but by 1816 he has already filled notebook after notebook with a myriad of poems and several plays. In 1822, he published his first book of poems, «Odes et 7 gt gh VAM. VASY BE Se pally all) Bee ul ASS Uy apy GU pV gay egsila Salley il ple Bl ets Line dl ae cRpell pb ls alg ally! teal Hall ls ee lh lee poet Ble coe VW Lay elie ol bag Slade Gis] atl (f OlS Ley cope ge Ete tol alae so ells OIE como nl i lee Gall cally lbh, Gaul dye oe8G Gel wy A Sl Dl Nas scaly gil GIS Updo ego so Me Le gee oh GA oy alia Ye BOIS VAN ple pg GSly Gydell yeas Ul NAY ple le ply Ent! Blade wa By West slay atu alge cod 2d Olys 6 Poésies Diverses», and the volume was so well received that it earned him an award from King Louis XVIII. That same year, he married his childhood friend, Adele Foucher. Hugo continued to write prose, poetry, drama, and political commentary. He established himself as one of the young writers who called themselves «Romantics», Victor Hugo, a life-long opponent of capital punishment, consistently lobbied against it in his work. In March of 1831, Notre Dame de Paris, or The Hunchback of Notre Dame, was published. It reworked the anti-execution theme in a more palatable manner. Notre Dame de Paris was an international success, and assured Hugo a place in the tealm of French letters. In December of 1852, after Louis Napoleon took control of the French government and set himself up as its empror, Hugo organized an unsuccessful resistance effort. He and his family had to flee France and live in exile until 1870. While in exile, Hugo published many literary works and among which was his most famous novel, Les Miserables. Hugo returned to France as a statesman and g cy) AL ye aM ale ty ye Ley Cts) Le del lye Gee oe Cat Ged lg te yl ap ST ally atl SES Lg ee ely we abl i) Ol OES ls getty tL Hpemctbag J ESI pgentl cele yl tyiad Laatiny Lajle le Jijb ge ale, SPM UGS, AV lel Gf la diye ge pe diy Jl tl plas Alyy VATS ple ge oll pee iy Aske Layginy Adipe Condy diy tela gy suet weds GBs tly ool call bya ery Le Ga tele gg) Gach ayy iY uty ON oss 9 ial GW le gue BI ya TL le yah ast oe! OT ney VAC) ple oe get slide Lyell ad ad ol wy La abe ew Lg da OL ol Uy dul > NAYS cle cae tell gp utes OS bes Hel Viel ee Ge op ati} otal Lgl Uy, lag, Goal By UNM Gols Up des US Gl ee ok, eS3y) VAVN Wivapleige Lb gh Gnutella 1UyLe BU) day GTB Sti On May 22, 1885, SR Ae VaKD let Ml oe Gusts GEN victim of a congestion a wed eat CLE yy ety Ole Iles Lay Al ole lay under the Arc de Triomy i Lid GB ls gall Jeu G15) ebebeal cia poral interred in th ohpeaaa man who was Chapter 1 AT THE GREAT HALL! It is the day three hundred and forty-eight years six months and ninteen days since that the good people of Paris were awakened by a grand peal from all the bells in the three districts of the city, the University, and the ville. January 6, 1482, was, nevertheless, a day which history has not preserved any record. There was nothing worthy of note in the event which so early set in motion the bells and the citizens of Paris. However, what set in motion al’ the population of Paris on January 6, was the double solemnity of the Epiphany and the Festival of Fools. On that day there was to be an exhibition of fireworks in the Place de Greve, a Maytree planted at the chapel of Braque and a mystery perfomed at the Palace of Justice. Proclamation had been made to this effect on the preceding day, with sound of trumpet in the public places. 13 JN Laat SSI) delat 3 Syuily OLS, BL chee WS tpl Aue S] OI Ee trash Se le Ly 25 andy gtd Gey Ze pall hb ee Gar col at ole ts pene! Seadl Min ol je tealadly tt ods sO! Gaal ET Aly bee SF A VEAY gl OI ye eal eG orl UE GU etal ob 5S od SL ofl cil eb yoy OI gt SLAY; IS all Ge lll 3) eel! bs ed catpell oy ye pall a che peel ul OF sell Wa Gb opal SIS dad Apel) Let pla tat ed cll Old ality GE WSU 5 ae pli, Slee Lee Oly cede es BU ey dite oly BUN py gb Titel lp soi By LL nai e Ub SUN BS GIyNI Cpe le 12 That morning, therefore, all the houses and shops remained shut, and crowds of citizens of both sexes were to be seen wending their way toward one of the three places specified above. However, the majority of this concourse were proceeding toward the fireworks, or to the mystery which was to be represented in the great hall of the palace. All the avenues to the Palace of Justice were particularly thronged, because it was known that the Flemish Ambassadors, who had. arrived two. days before, purposed to attend the representation of the mystery, and the election of the Pope of Fools, which was: also to take place at the great hall. It was no easy matter on that day to get into this great hall, though then reputed to be the largest room in the world. To the spectators at the windows, the palace yard: crowded with people had the appearance of a sea, Great was the noise and the clamor produced by the cries of some, the laughter of others, and the tramping of the thousands of feet. Doors, windows, loopholes, the roofs of the houses, swarmed with thoudsands of 15 By le ely Syl lb Lint! aby gs deol pd ant geal oe lel poll cp Ble pale ela ge SMi pill ol YY. SN eV teh pete Sl GS ec All oly Ol harety OS opted! 26750 pall UE f phen All Ato pale DY Bese Dial 2 LI) Gohl poly tll gear Sil Vleet cae ol I OL le Ue OLS seal chet Gaathe le Nya eT GT al oh 3 Lal ge GU ogee GL Cy “65H oll fetal ode GH dal dep Jel oe oS of pail el ob LS oplll yb tel sl Uh lee tl wee WED ALS oe ger FE Oy Got edd oll spe hs yt os sles wASoualls elena 2S, Bhydis QUAN cats, Leder Lees at Lene oo A) EBL Walph age gl GL demaye cokes Gy 14 calm and honest faces glaring at the palace and at the crowd, and desiring nothing more, One of the extremitics of that immense hall was occupied by the famous marble table, of a single piece, so long, so broad, and so thick, In the middle of the hall an inclosed platform was erected expressly for the Flemish Enyoys, and other distinguished personages invited to the representation of the mystery. Tt was not till the great clock of the Palace had struck the hour of twelve that the ~ performance was to begin, a late hour for theatrical representation, but it had been ~ found necessary to suit it to the convenience of the ambassadors. The crowd increased every moment, and, like water that rises above its level, began to mount along the walls, to swell about the pillars, and to cover the cronices. Accordingly, the weariness, the impatience and the quarrels occasioned every moment by a sharp elbow or a hobnailed shoe gave ¢ sharp, sour tone to the clamor of the populace squeezed and wedged together almost to suffocation. Nothing was to be heard but complaints 17 AS ye AT ya Lh eats pb Epil op tolly pail tal Vat Gal Gl dk b. Gile ols, ly Lae ab yb tly bi cts Engl eS! +B yeS Shae op Leet cy the Su Ly Gy cat, wie pool Faalid Fyetell 5.5 clad tll, USL pl] te de oe Tay ob ial oe ols st Vicgay SI pall del ate et oli) PM Leet gay ey oe all tals) ley wh dedi Ae ilar Gl eal yo sh paterls Pee sen! ols Og Optonyy Ul pel Oph ye tall chy deel StH i gaall US He Gla GU) oS) ae oe Get OEM ay Ly ois gil tui, jail CS LAN ode JS te Eb! I bk giy tae oF lll ge Cee FUL GY y by s GEM > ty seg eerily GE se a ad 16 and imprecations against the Flemings, the Cardinal of Austria, the sergeant vergers, the bad weather, the Bishop of Paris and the Pope of Fools. There was among others a knot of these merry wights, who had boldly seated themselves on the entablature. From their mimicries and their peals of laughter it was evident that these young clerks felt none of the weariness which overpowered the rest of the assembly. «Why, ‘pon my soul, ‘tis you, Joannes Frollo de Molendino!» cried one of them, a youth with a handsome face, «you are rightly named, Jehan du Moulin, for your arms and legs are exactly like the four sails of a windmill, How long have you been — here?». «More than four hours, and I hope they will be counted into my time of purgatory», replied Joannes Frollo. «Silence!» ejaculated a personage, «How could founding a mass?». «Admirably spoken, sir Gilles Lecornu, Master-Furrier of the King’s robes!» shouted a little scholar. lustry, portly the king help aad, Sell al, BL, Lat Jaa isy sla bby Gaul Ball ye Np GUM ye teams ye oy OSs UW gles) TALI pels Ue gy rll ds etaltall Ley Oye 1S pd OLS oye Obs pay dy pte wt iT ee dey Wb LE gay tensed cley tape ae Le at pe rly dla Hinkel G8) g 8M oF Abies dhol) OY cae thll Wea jes ily te be Lily ye eee ol Ty cote al ye St don Olay Sled Uc glall Fe pe ot Se St ek ge de JE Megaan — 08 laall der dee ele, Cl de Sb Ul HAIL ApiT aloe 515 54) 18 A general peal of laughter from his comrades greeted the unlucky name of the poor Master-Furrier of the King's robes. All eyes were fixed on the fat Master-Furrier, who, without uttering a word, strove to withdraw himself from the public. gaze, but in vain, At length, one of these short, pursy, and venerable as himself, had the courage to take his part. «What abomination! Scholars dare to talk thus to a citizen!» The whole band burst out. «Say, | Know him», said one-«'tis Master Andry Musniers. «One of the four sworn booksellers to the University», said another. «Everything goes by four at that shop», cried a third; «The four nations, the four faculties, the four festivals, the four electors, the four booksellers». «The devil fetch you all!» muttered Master Andry Musnier. «Master Andry», rejoined Jehan, «hold thy tongue, man, or T will drop upon thy head», He continued. «Pretty gentry those belonging to our universities! nat even to enforce respect for our privileges on such day as this!». «Down 21 ie taba geal adn Gah blll gigi cr pl Gl yKenell tUttelt le YS peal Spends gS mall QUAL ye de OL ciuely TS ghey GT Gyay ale Go dye Sly clams pad OSs Stele i) petal sol Le COM) tty OT la] ga Ud Yt cl le gies SPA Sele CE och yal el ga pill Le le Sos igighs cite tl ANI ol cake atl ool Uy Ma NI opiloell debe! es aol a] cet Uhiy theyl ge tulsa gs yt YS 2 pete ges ela ale, tev! LaaLedl oily Yolk Ai fdag Opel) eda Opell fats SL WG atl Lt aes ee al} ajal se b esuh sob Ob teal, os V ped lel (5 Dey Opal, oe SP tly 20 with the rector; the electors, and the ‘ proctors!». 4 «lt must surely be the end of the world!» murmured Master Andry, clapping his hands to his ears, «The rector! there goes the rector!» cried one of those at the window. All eyes were instantly turned toward the place. «Is it really our venerable rector, Master Thibaut?» inquired Jehan Frollo du Moulin. _ «Yes, yes», replied the others, «'tis he! ‘tis Master Thibaut, the rector!». f It was, in fact, the rector and all the dignitaries of the University, going in Procession to mect the embassy, and at that moment crossing the palace-yard. The scholars who had taken post at the window _ greeted them as they passed with a and ironical plaudits. «Good morrow, Mr. Rector! Soho! good morrow then!» % «How has he managed to get hither-the ” "i old gambler?= «How could he leave his dice?». «How he rots along on his mule! I declare the beast’s cars are not so long as his master's!». ; r : Agel dedi NGS py Gt RelA Lgl! Ope 1 Syil ally dels aN Ley pay aot Al peo Sal RUG oda ope ge be Lgl EM le LS gee ru ches Dell BOGAN gat Opell JS SI pods Shs LOM pr he aed eI gyilh Cee Ue ya Jat Cea yal TEN Ge GP gral etl Sal eealt disle Iglf tulell Gledtlly aad at palsy vpaill el OjEey DU pl Sy PO op Say FLL ple peel peal SOUR ghey awl 435 Kydol chee Ldpaall dpe tpl pall cle #85 yall lial) Ua a obey jam Gish Voll dal doled typical ala bp Les pail bal WY of wala Sy OF ES a paly bp? Clade abt Presently it came to the turn of the Ke dignitaries: «Down with the bedels!. down with the. mace-bearers!»_ 4 «Robin Poussepain, who is that yonder?». «It is Gilbert de Suilly, chancellor of the college of Autun». «Here, take my shoe; you are in a be! place than I am; throw it at his head.? Meanwhile, Master Andry Musnier, inclining his lips toward the ear of Mas' T Gilles Lecornu, «I tell you, Sir, it is the 1 of the world, never were known sucl excesses of the scholars.» At this moment the clock struck twelve. «Aha!» said. the whole — assemb! multitude with one voice. Each individu: took his station, and set himself to rights. Profound silence succeeded, every neck wa stretched, every mouth open, and every eyé fixed on the marble table, but nothing can be seen. Every face then turned toward th platform reserved for the Flemis! ambassadors. The crowd had been waiting ever since the — morning for three things: noon, the Flanders Embassy, and the Mystery. Noon alone had 25 SAM Gels! ol ast gga ole Maal USN Gla betty 5b5) ple Jat d AP Hn yes GUL IG ya ge Ley Ob yale Bie toby! Ws jl tly ole op ot a OK tll cape ge Aaaly, tl dod 1h casi Qt) SEAN) Gealall Sls. oe ale HS) Ge el cL OrgT abt oa le! he ce a od GY pd Up Wp a Ogle iL SMM fee ge Sybesll Wa bee siglll Sele C53 Lay ap JS dely Cte Mh tty Spe cell Ed alls Foydte GLE ely Lp Cae ales aap Sly ele MN sade po tp GU oe ehpiuld Goa Gaal i ha eget Dol oy ot veal cpa shits cLuall dis Seely yy gall Obs cit Baill fey ip eel jabull ly 24 been punctual. Not a creature appeared either on the platform or on the stage, Meanwhile impatience grew into irritatit Angry words were circulated, at first, i low tone: «The mystery! the mystery!». the devil!» shouted Joannes. The crowd clapped their hands. « mystery!» they repeated, «and send Flanders to all the devils!» The moment was critical. «Down, down with them!» was the cry, which resounded from all sides At this instant the tapestry of the dressing room was thrown open, and forth issued a personage, the mere sight of whom suddenly appeased the crowd, and changed, as if by magic, its indignation into curiosity. The personage in question, shaking with fear in every limb, advanced to the edge the marble table. Meanwhile, tranquility wi pretty well restored, «Messieurs les bourgeois, and Mesdemoiselles les bourgeoises», said he, «we are to have the honor of declaiming and performing, before his eminence Monsieur 27. Rhee oe gh gle tel pls dy de otal a te ll LG a ell Ned eaalh patie oo pay gs Lola CALISW calla, Oar cle Wl I Op Sali Cais Lele a he ply ell a Fegdelatll JS of Gs Salil AS bE ht) Tae ee did) cus oily JS ge Clb ol inal obs ON Be Ol ei Sally, in JI vis ae oP Yes ed aye 8 eal Coll tue Lake pie Nepal palsy cana Up Ss Aly Gaal ile oe att ele uty Ce ay ake se by iy plant pa Sel Be eylgll iy OL Sy opi el SLL Uple sJLG Tee eT Lee te Gs Wo} obit pl 26 the Cardinal, a very goodly morality, The Good Judgment of Madam the Vi Mary. The part of Jupiter will be enacted | myself. The moment his eminence Cardinal arrives, we shall begin». : ri Ware eatercan abel Ul (hi Risto Chapter 2 «The Mystery! the te gin immediately!» shor ted. the people, «Down with Jupiter and inal de Bourbon!» screeched the young lar. € ey ai Poor Jupiter, affrighted, took off helmet knew not what to say. An individual who had stationed himself within. the balustrade, tall and slender, fair and stepped toward the marble “mn i my dear Jupiter!» «Begin imi «comply with the wish of the au see undertake to pacify Monsieur the baili who will pacify Monsieur the cardinal.» Jupiter breathed with all the force of his lungs and cried, «Gentlemen citizens! we shall begin forthwith.» Meanwhile, the unknown personage, who had. magically laid the tempest, had withdrawn to where he would have remained invisible. 31 Pe pail te all gre OWS keV tylyt che ell He elt Tle le chaey ntl Nope 9 dls Ss faye SE BL Gay al y2 tad gle a Sa ar UF a ceil) a iy OS gad pally do ply Hale) Geel god ctl y Gia eel JN tal gedels Ve bad baie eae Laue? Wgllly pail pol al Bag gel ul #Skya lS tt Ble JS ee ob rlimall Aner untis Ye Lae stall Gale Ve ra gtd posh Line Op com GM NU Gl oye il Hela 30 But two inquisitive girls had no mind to” let him go so easily. «Messire,» said Gisquette, one of the girls, «you must know that soldier who is to play” the part of the Virgin Mary?» «You mean the part of Jupiter»? rejoined the unkown. «Ah, yes,» said lienarde; the other one. 5 «Michel Giborne?» answered the pale man, «yes, madam.» 4 «Will it be fine?.» inquired Gisquette. «Mightly fine, I assure you,» replied the unknown, «I made it myself. My name is Pierre Gringoire.» q A band of instruments, high and low, commenced playing; the tapestry was raised, and forth came four persons bepainted and bedecked with various colors, drew up in a row before the audience. The symphony ceased, the mystery” commenced, Attention was disturbed by a tagged beggar, who had probably, not found a sufficient indemnity in the pockets of his neighbors, conceived the idea of perching 33 end he od gents gal al gS UB oe We te ety Sl pte) IU cba lt hjall Sigel 552 oak (Gd gael Gg al 4 Le all 3 ed ggmell derail lel za ona At length he reached the end of the lane. Opened into a spacious place, where thousands of lights flickered. Gringoire hoped to escape but invain. The cripple with crutches ran after him throwing his crutches down, and the other cripple stood up right upon his feet, while the blind man was staring at him with flaming eyes. 79 ie et Sly tpl pL tyne ols! al des cael Yrs OF ays ie RUN Ea nip be tye JG al Mad gil gest she td pit Let aes a We poll ely tell Fe ee et ell Usb oe Ogee alls cally gaally Oped als | ey Sys pols sop pd gee Ey oan J3ieaSl Ss tyra SA) tip Ugg shall ty Oapel g OLS) thy ge ods Ga a pl Lad ot a 44 Sey BY 2, cal | ta sf as : sea ae alee uk ty She J) gohng ll GUS OY gb Tals he nn po A Bl ee gay oI ote i GY: eh ay a AN yas) UD) te Oye Sy BIS LE ead le ee GET LN Ciiyy agile Sage patel Us ages sey Ql] ty ee) 78 «Where am 1?» cried the affrighted poet! «In the Cour des Miracles,» replied another figure. ; He was actually in that dreaded cour des’ Miracles; the haunt of thieves; a sewer disgorging every morning and receiving every night that fetid torrent of vice, mendicity, and rougery; a monstrous hive where the blackguards of all nations dwell. Beggars by day, and banditti at night. Gringoire strove to rally his presence o} mind, but his efforts were vain. At thi moment a distinct shout arose «Lead him to the king!» Near a great fire which burned upon a large circular hearth stood a hogshead, and upon this hogshead was seated a mendicant. Thi: was the king upon his throne. «What varlet have we here?» asked king. Gringoire shuddered, This voice reminded him of another which had that very morning given the first blow to his mystery by drawling out a mid the audience: «Charity if you please! a1 etl sab al pad Stel ore be! a eal tae ty] LG Gib boy gp GS ois a Va pall Ad OS eens cle IS Cee lee be Ob eles 2 tty A yatll ge lapel) St ope Jy Gye Ahllees cobelh ebel Oyljece cel Js alien e flll +t Se Ma ge a ple eal oly sly Ray Ue end) Cee oe : wohl io Tee] eee cath pe ye GB Jed ais is yb sy ot ye gle MLN a} space fell Gaby tee ral JL. Eke oye pall GLI Ne ya cat igmall eo 53 tl) ge lp ee aL GN Ryall heal Gee ey et ee Types leey by pay GLY! pS yea td Ber It was Colpin Trouillefou himself. «You have entered our territories without bieng of our subjects; you have violated the privileges of our city. Are you a thief, a beggar, or a vargant? «Alas!» said Gringoire, honor, T am an author.» «Enough!» Exclaimed Trouillefou, «you should be hanged!» Gringoire made an effort: «Why poets should not be classed amon; the vagabonds. Esop was a vagabond, Homer a beggar, Mercury a thief.» Clopin appeare: to be conferring for a moment with the Duke of Egypt, and the Emperor of Galilee, then said to Gringoire: «T have not that «Fello! There is one way to get out of the scrape for the. moment. Will you be one of us?» «Certainly, most assuredly I will! I am one of the erew! a vagabond! with all my soul!» «Tis not enough to have a mind: good will | puts not one more onion into the soup. To be admitted into our brotherhood, you must show us your skill at picking a pocket.» 83 Naendi gfe at be glS il sles tel, Op of Oy Les ees ale fosdla Gb ews Meeks ol jel dye og WMia pote gh pete oh cgpal cal pan aly Ju dpe al tl a fe i ls aT te oh ida ase tT te pla lee dye) Soo Py ela ge La gy 1S OT Noosh tees CUSg Ae ere is lots tb AY ole yy The Ll OL ey debell spblnals nae Gye ca coll dake als Ae iA grdaed ld ot Ob ays Ye Gye ly elas Let Dy de aay vt Lely oS les go Gels ogst ol gail atl, ls ap) ait ul sla pteey «ipLeaall ind ‘y Ql GLY OP Sus UG kas Y ar yaeeee colaoll J) italy the Help Alge cet The vagabonds prepared everything to test Gringoire who failed, lost his balance and fel plump on the ground. Clopin stepped up to him, put the rope about his neck and said, «Farewell, my friend!.». Then, he stopped short, as if a sudden thought had occured to him, «Wait a moment! It is customary with us hot to hang a blade till the women have been asked whether any of them will have him.» «This is your last chance!» Then he cried: «Gentle folks! is there any strumpet among you who will have this knave?» Three of them stepped forward to take a look at him but they said: «No! no, hang him.» «Comrade!» said unlucky!» Clopin, «you are At that moment cries of «La Esmeralda!» rose among the vagabonds, Gringoire shuddered and turned his face toward the source of the clamor. He saw the bright and dazzling figure of the gypsy girl. With light step she approached the sufferer, Gringoire was more dead than a live. 85 Sy yniye Ole pg le JS Oyo tial naoly tM le ad bade ijlyi sad Tye De fod DBs cite B ol easy dlls ce oily Gels 7% olsy Gas tga Gl boy ayy wll Sey Gb VI Case toll ye A dl 1 sl Cah a eb gg] cals a] Le LG ol ty Tene GREY cheb ale Wa ge chap bh bye ah Sie Ja Teall leah afailll eS i oA yee es LO ty tli Capel IY MO 1B ee th iy gl Yalt Sgt tell ge SE pe en! te ph a by Mal Hall eae GS Spall pia thes ages sly slp aaiyly wagymall acai Yi] the bbe se Gal pale Oy UB ol bde AUN ye al robs ILS wall Shee Sell Ul B84 «Are you going to hang this man?» asked she «Yes, sister, Unless you will take him as a husband!» replied Clopin. «I will take him,» said she. Gringoire was now completely convinced that he had been in a dream cver since morning. The duke of Egypt brought an earthen-ware jug. The gypsy girl handed it to Gringoire and asked him to drop it on the ground. a jug broke into four pieces, «Brother;» said the Duke of Egypt with his” hands upon their heads, «she is your wife. Sister! he is your husband. For four years. Gol» 87 WS be Il (da Gydete at eT aL Gg GB ele LG cur lus Uadet op a Lhe he oh ls AT pe el be “Cheat cl etll bees hall ie pt de pel tal oN syndy 43) Ue pal claggl Wed SSS afl) cakes haga JS cele gle ate oe fy Lealy Sat Jib bes No tle y3 i) ce eh cutee ys Wel gi Gale : Las) ce 86 Chapter 11 A STRANGE WEDDING NIGHT In a few moments our poet found himself in a small warm room, and (éte-a-léte with @ beautiful girl. The girl appeared to take no notice of him, she moved backward and forward. At length she sat down near the table, and Gringo had a good opportunity to scrutinize her. Absorbed in his reverie, thought Gringoire: ‘This is la Esmeralda! a celestial creature! a street dancer! It is she who gave the finishi stroke to my mystery this afternoon, and it she who saves my life tonight. She must love me to distraction, to have taken me in this manner, then he rose all at once, «f am husband.» He approached the girl with such ardent) impetuosity that she drew back and stooped and raised herself with a little dagger in her pte giled! jaill tye GU; Wd lapy Hib ie OF Sit bse sey Jb avy Bese A cap StS sy Glee gas Yau fall cis flatels Ls op Ld gles eal el sey fae ats of Ape feet Pyrd pe ly he rel FGA tal ab fb yl Bk a) AT a ode tele Gait, af ob Mayle Gyles I Hua a oat Tat bee clea gs oll cers tl lel St Ol ey ola te ihe wil al as ph tay ll ve le fast 3] Opell ee be Mgrs) AN Sie lee aly hd Ue pel Uglae Lee abate jhe my HAN opty wget poh Ugg coldly Coat gS eels gll 88 «What do you want with me?» inquired she. «Can you ask such a question, adorable Esmeralda?» «Are you not mine?» rejoined Gringoire with astonishment she replied: «I am not yours.» Our Philosopher stood petrified, then said: «Pardon me, but why did you take me for your husband? «Ought I to have let you be hanged?» Then rejoined the poet with disappointement, «you had no other intention in marrying me but to save me from the gallows?» «And what other intention do you suppose I could have had?» Gringoire bit his lips and bitterly said: «I swear to you not to approach you without your permission, but for heaven's sake, give me some supper.» In a moment a loaf of rye-bread, aslice of bacon, some wrinkled apples, and a jug of beer, were set out upon the table, Gringoire ventured upon a delicate question: «And what should one be, to please you?» She eyed him with a serious look and said, 91 Spe eg Bla cole, PETCLAI UN eed gat Vin Jee JL ot a Jao feag a a Ut J ge Ue idl ot dei gle Yan 5 Ls a e803) a tes) iss oly Iau iper gs Us gl oT Cy OS by? Td IM ga pS ell ad WE oa GSU] nb A Ge AL Sy a Tay J oS Ul ag Gla shils iSbiy Syl ends gle yee and silty Gh gab ol oye tie Ss YL a als Ved tent pel Lo gw os), Ger Shiy ey all Gy OW a ey ey Mae Sy Clee Glee wai) By Whey dee ely Within) UU ge oyst ot ony iyo rey tale 3s oles AT eal ti ge lt + ysl Ya oy LS bee » eeel S ge Rad aL gy gland ab, sel et lpi Gayl dy (4 * ee Ob lpm ale : relly oly st 5 Ug Uys gj a be Ne ot gh ‘ 92 Gringoire ventured upon further questions: «What is the meaning of La Esmeralda?» «1 can't know» said she. «To what language does the word belong ?» «I believe it is Egyptian.» «Are your parents living?» She began singing an old song showing that she knew not them. «The man you call the Duke of Egypt is the chief of your tribe? it was he who married us.» «Yes,» she replied and continued: «I don't know your name!» « I am Pierre Gringoire. My father was hanged by the Burgundians, and my mother was murdered by the Picards. At six years old I was left an orphan, with no sole to my foot but the pavements of Paris. I began to think of adopting a profession and tried my hand at everything. 1 was fit for nothing. Therefore set up for a poet. This is a profession to which a man who is a vagabond may always betake himself, Thad not learned to read, but as good luck would have it, I met with Dom Claude Frollo, 35 YREAT oe jell cole ye ley (UL ae) pa (LP Gel Ye fo al oa typed) AU pe gdh GLAM 35 Ie Slally Jaye agar Y Ugh gs oll Lys Lal ys calls FEL F goth yh poe Got Gye gill je NN bar Utd) gl paket US PRS oat SN pad thd Gel Y oslo bly Optee gl aes ab gl LT lee eds Ul Resta Glee coal ad ya II Ug as wl stl BO ae tll nd cre OS pl tage ot sonal IS Lyle cubes ake yt GS ol LL, Ce) pale paid Cand cae BY pbaldy : sie He OSU em Ue sler Joa Seb y cml seme pt dy aL aN el ost ody pel ply AS cepa OM Ud ops Ol cue 94 the reserved archdeacon of Notre Dame. I owe to him it that Tam a learned man. I am wholly at your service, my body and soul my science and learning, as a husband and a wife, or as a brother and sister if you like better». Gringoire paused, waiting the effect of his address on his hearer, Her eyes were fixed on the ground: «Phoebus,» said she in a low tone, and then truned to the poet: «Phabus, what does that mean?» «lt is a Latin word, and means the sun.» alsa, «It is the name of a certain handsome archer who was a god.» «The sun! A god!» repeated the Egyptian and there was in her tone something pensive and impassioned. At this moment one of her barcelets fell to the ground. Gringoire stooped to pick it up; when he raised himself the damsel and the goat were gone. «No matter, so she has left me a bed!» Then he stretched himself upon a long coffer saying: «Well, at any rate this is a strange wedding night.» 97 Salsel pydl dual tee oy pal gill platy = i 4 Late Lew Sey hes hall tenes ley ling UI thee 3p} aay aM Gat Lerod vesteytay 2535 Leas peal cs Ak pas fle Gee pal epee Gb I CAS «3M le 25 pee Lalas fons! tally yebtll god cial) of AY eyed LAS pad IL? the Sl tel eet Lad as patil ad Lely Els Uy wld) abs ce tt lend a dy atte rh neal e192 i ey lt fi gle Legg gin} chin alin) oda AB CAS aly phy Lease Gy obgdeelt glo oe antl stead ab izally 1 ute . BW le Ta J es saat th tds sha gt dette GA saat of 1b G5 1 a) UL ul le 2 96 Chapter 12 pe gal fadl Saar glarlt A STRANGE LIVI One fine morning 7 , ir in the church of Ni bed. On this woode: expose foundings to — Anyone took them who felt so disposed. a That living creature appeared Xcite a high degree of curiosity in the consi le concourse of persons who had«| ed around it. «What is that, sister?» asked a lady. © «It is not a child!» replied another, «It is misshapen ape.» «It is a real monster of abomination, and ought to be burned or drowned,» commented a third. «This little monster is at least four years old!» said the first one. In faet, this little monster was not a Butt te le ge dab ety phil ol clas Ma fe shall gay oF lll Gey spb sy dos OS gy patel GLU) piped oe dete ote nel oth tn gee dell BS pal al Sa yy etl ge BS Upaat o ott thd gar] GIL efees! y lia Le ohh yet ed Sue Gad al eet adie tee (fuait the ol HG Ayal cade tort YT obs y WaMu 8 : Vote gl Ue le TOF. 2 ee Sb oS ol La at git, 99 newborn infant. It was a little, shapeless, moving mass, tied up in a hempen bag; the head only was exposed. That head was so deformed. Nothing was to be seen upon it but a forest of red hair, one eye, a mouth, and teeth. «In my opinion,» a woman said, «it would be better for the people of Paris if that little sorcerer were put upon a bonny blazzing plank.» For some moments, a young priest had been listening to the comments of the women. Pushing aside the crowd without speaking, he examined «the little sorcerer.» then said: «1 adopt this child.» «Sister!» said a lady, «did I not tell you that clerk, Monsieur Claude Frollo, is a sorcerer». Phew pe aye he is ols 2 YJ! AM OS ay ASW ode LL lee pale GL pol ge ES Pd sn oS pd atl Bb Oly phy Rely ones ae’! gale] oly ie doe OP pele A ea os Ot ly iP band oye Lyle Eady Gb peal! > LI! PL Cat tei ar cal ea ces gatas pel any Lele pp pel ce Lola be 1B y mall 4 fal Gin ol he All este) cla sgl SLE galSi Lie Of ase U WU cuiy Gee ale taple ey glad Chapter 13 THE PRIEST Claude Frollo was, in fact, no ordinary personage. He belonged to one of those families who were called, to be distinguished, haute bourgeoisie. Claude Frollo had from his childhood been destined by his parents for the church, He was taught to read Latin, to cast down his eyes, and to speak low. His father had placed him in the college of Torchi and there he had grown up on the missal and the lexicon. He studied theology, law, medicine and arts. In 1466 the destructive pestilence swept away more than forty thousand human beings in Paris among them were Claude Frollo's parents, The young Priest hastened to the parental residence and found only an infant brother was still alive. 103 pe SS feaall als Ol gs os ad Tp BLY yg as oS cde Hye YW Used ae SIS al OBL 5] lS ete de gS staat FU, F aglS Lily Obs, pti Lol ke Gh aw lay LAS GS EUS Bae bib gas eyed satay cde Spe lS aI a Sy pL OS Gp Lady SE pes! Pay Chally Opty oA! yur US bey le pb they ptdll Geyll obs ssl MEV ple wo ylS Why eter ge OSs Creal gal oe Lal gene eb soy lb ally gKae J oatl gals tel Ae bb all al 102 This catastrophe was a crisis in the existence of Claude. Moved with pity, he conceived a passionate fondness for this delightful thing, this human affection, to him who here to for had loved nothing but books. He had no time to find out where his heart lay. He gave himself up to the love of his little Jehan Frollo, the passion of a character already ardent, energetic. and concentrated. He, thercfore, resolved to devote himself to the care of him, and never to have any other wife, or other child. Pushed by this love for Jehan, he approached the unfortunate creature. He baptized his adopted child and named him Quasimodo. 105 99S the beat O3Y Tae alll ade cals ete colel «faba Ma a pls Get cae cil ley Tw ie Ly Yuet Cal La ats, cat as a ol Bde Spb deal Co er 24 pe ees JS geh Sagh Kine Uibly Oleye God placa! iy tee Ue) 8 8 ol ogy ally Gh, vel fae ot dees dos pat ble ye iI Eby Obl any Ley, PS olny they IU Geel oe a Le 104 CHapter 14 HIS ONLY WORLD By the year 1482, Quasimodo had grown up. He had been several years bell-ringer to the cathedral of Notre Dame. In process of time, the strongest attachment took place between the bell-ringer and the church. Cut off from society by being of unknown parentage and by his deformity, he imprisoned himself within the religious walls. Notre Dame had been to him his egg, his nest his home, his country, and the universe. It was not without great difficulty and great patience that Claude Frollo had taught him to speak, but having become ringer of the bells of Notre Dame at the age of fourteen, the volume of sound had broken the drum of his ear, and deafness was the consequence. The only gate which was open between him and the universe was closed, and forever. As a result, and to avoid the ridicule of 107 ie alt jail dol adie Ab UISy Sy Lak AF gryegiLS OS VEAT ple plows PM apg ele tae de pls AY EU apel 8 A LS, pie po lo ee Oe set fled Tk patel ge UF Ol ty lar Jes antl ants ess Spall scaly Lat yall pa ay cass etl lal FS Mer te GIS eda A lad agls fogs aly CE el Boo ot Ly BS, tee es tele la chp wh ope oe ite tg ole OL Gul gay all Gas aioly sl ULb Lape dS A Cals AM ly ce gtl apelladh le sey coal Md syne tl Le come 106 others, he resorted to silence. Thus, he yoluntarily tied up the tongue which Claude Frollo had taken such pains to loosen. In consequence, Quasimodo began to confuse the view which he took of things. Furthermore, his misfortune rendered him mischievous. He was, in truth, mischevous because he was savage; he was savage because he was ugly. His strength, developed in a most extraordinary mannar. From his earliest intercourse with men he had felt and seen himself despised, rejected and cast off. He had found nothing but hatred about him. He had adotped it. After all, he turned toward mankind with reluctance; his cathedral was enough for him, He loved its walls, statues, saints, bishops and even the bells. He loved the bells which, however, deafened him; but mothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain. There was, however, one human being to whom Quasimodo was as much, even more strongly attached than the cathedral that being was Claude Frollo. Claude had taught 109 Gale 5 ys apts OS Gi OLN ue Lee eb tes Hana plagl on ile siyeilyS Uy coptsll Wd bass Tat alee dP eh ONS, ALY cle Sell of othe dls Linyee ols oY sept pb cols pay dey Lee ty od ce ty a, as oY Ley sedis he eget OS AL NN SiR ey Ajo pp lag ss bye oi) He geoly te, Saal cial SU Y] ye i ly vf Fh Ge Ts a Oe, uy Gey LN ee GL, get Lye Gt al ve es le oe cs a I ey Le Col ad ep tal oily Ole BS) eee GL Be ge bad thi) aT pa oe ols fey G4 Ge Oe GL ey aplSsasfraipst gl eet] asl Gay lols Las aoy ga galls 108 him to speak, to read, to write, To crown all, Claude Frollo had made him bell ringer. Nothing on the carth can be compared to the empire of the archdeacon over the bell-ringer. A sign from Claude, would have made Quasimodo throw himself from the top of the towers of Notre Dame. Quasimode was more obedient to Claude than his little Jehan Frollo who had not as he grew up taken that which Claude was solicituous to give him. it AM AES, By Gh Le gill ga Ug vot EA dae gall ya Gals La 5s ce pal Olas alae oll i oll oe Got Pes gh A BS els a BL LAY pu “fae Les cll el pe ek oe I Wy ays ke pls ols, od seen, OF ol ol! (gill ahs pe Sg obs 110 Chapter 15 THE PUNISHMENT ‘The court was a low hall, with covered ceiling. There was a table, and an armchair reserved for the provost Robert d'Estouteville, and on the left a stool for the auditor, Master Florian who was deaf. Below was the clerk busily writing. In front were the people. Among the auditory was our merciless young friend, Jchan Frollo, who was sure to be seen everywhere except before the professors chairs. «Look you,» said he to his companion Robin Poussepain, «It is our Prince, our Pope of Fools, our bell-ringer, the one-cyed, the hunchbacked,... Quasimoda!» It was, in fact, Quasimodo, bound and corded. Mcan while Master Florian was intently persuing the endorsement of paper containing the charges alleged against Quasimodo. In this way he acquainted na pie abel eal lad! dhe GIS, Ba tae Gl Ll cus tbltecl mss dM pall) Ueyine Sy ile ena Glan OF GG OL gl A stele JL lly atlas cntlly ULSI Aan ell GAS ale By GN gy Shag call Lite emetll p IS PEGS jos ell YY] Oe Js gd a IY Guts onl! Phe Oby, aial Ju 28 cote G28 cachet UL Bel of Utah yo yey GL. de YI Lis ype lade sages Ol | Godly SAH Gh key Oba pala! OS EY ole ON Le ghey OS LN ley ya yegh Ss ae Gael M2 himself with the name, age» condition and offence of the prisoner before examination. And, thus, he was able to have readiness replies to expecied answers. The auditor commenced his examination: «Your name?», Now, here was a case which the law had not provided for: the deaf interrogating the deaf, Quasimodo, unware of the question, looked at the judge without answering. The deaf judge, unwaré of Quasimodo's deafness, ‘ conceiving that he had answered, he went on: «Very well: your age?» Quasimodo remained as silent as before. The judge continued: «Now your business? Still Quasimodo was silent, The people who witnessed this curious scene began to whisper and to look at one another. «You are accused before us, in the first place, of making disturbance; secondly, of an assault upon the person of a lewd woman; thirdly of resistance to the archers of the guard. of our lord the king. what do you say? Clerk, have you taken down the prisoner's answers thus far?» 115 Ep UL ecg epee hey pall ee Giestl JS allay -iptay be ogi alk sabes alll Lays Ebel ys Led wl sdb ge Opt W cape gb dle pul Gy LAA ope iH Jos Ne Lee Lt gay od gl) caged Yay ils Ga ee ye Cali gly all og tlh tel Wb al caaey WEE pe ye Sy shot tall pasels Lat gages ERs tebe y a le Menke yas Jby job po IS CaN play daglalgys Qycalen tall dg tal) Wa plal ott Tay as ll wot Re, CAH, GE Y,) LL gs ayy Wyld BE ae al Cle elceeYL 7h HES yas ISLe plana] Uke USGS ee ge ale le HOUIS geal IIT cole fe eats uals 14 At this unlucky question, a roar of laughter burst from both clerk and audience. Master Florian, astonished, and supposing that the mirth of the spectators had been provoked by some disrespectful reply of the prisonor's, he exclaimed: «For that answer, fellow, you deserve a halter.» This comment caused an explosion of the general mirth. The judge cried: «Here. Vergers, take this fellow to the pillory of the Greve; let him be flogged, and then turn him for an hour.» WT cikgigall gee UL WN ta tiny ply aes aay IS Qa pe SyLall ay all Os dle oka LS 8 tl ol azely sdb yb 1B peal oF Called gacey Gly Cet ale sige danll de ay Lie ps) oiseall cilily gpa cha phe sy IP plenty Cee dt We Lye call yl jp; WIS ay Sele aS Fly pal gb seta Sole gp Cet 4 116 Chapter ROLAND TOWER'S PRISONER In the Place de Greve there is an ancient Gothic, half Roman building, called Roland's Tower. At the angle of the facade a large public breviary is made perceived, Beside this breviary is a small room, looking upon the place and has only one aperture for light and air to enter a small cell without door, formed in the basement of the wall of the old building. This cell is caused by Madame Rolande who out of affection for her killed father shut herself up it and waited death for twenty years, praying day and night, lying upon ashes and on a stone for a pillow. At her death, she bequeathed it forever to afflicted females, maids, or widows who should wish to pray and bury themselves alive for others on account of some heavy calamity. Now, to know by whom this cell is 119 pie alt Ladll HY) Ep eee cgilags Cia ie ke dee he Olin BI alba Sap cine dd sl tee Vy oe ye dh igke ime adly te Pall LE Ls bis ce Maly ay Lhe be il lly OU op A LN ede cee iy coll ge BV ey oye oe UE Ue opal SoM sbinll Jil ee i pol weet AEN, Bll Ja ge Enel oe coal ai, DUYLy AUNI cL bell nip cued sly wey Bele SI de Had ye plat, hale gba ls bet oa ayy Rll tae Jee all al Ih Gd Sy 11a occupied, we have te listen to the conversation of three women who were proceeding from ‘the Chateau toward the Greve. . 3 gal gS og coe ee I) ee ol te ep N ade wie ed] LLM Naga Ul cdl vl Ol ee Skee cals Two of them were like wives of respectable citizens ~ ben Jil gS ro Sel companion was attired the same se leg te le Jay Le slr) ab fashion, but i r dress mething AS SAM a Op UL cle EL go pe ee which betrayed country woman. SI sBggS ISAS foot a big boy by onc and a a cP | Hod the other. } Leardiene «See what a crowd i ted’ at th Gps dee Blin pant geld AL ps Ly lh of the bridge,» cried ell «I hear the sound of Sipe CNW Ga Spe gael 5) Gale Gervaise. Cpe oo Wl Ae pal lL ol obhr Sy tds ay OP ee gay lal cll “SC 2 , aN Uy Las N file Gye ai gi] Hy all spl) ell Gps yp ol TE gee for fo Sit ge La! (be Je jaye A ay) att «1 dare say it is young Es: antics with her goat.» «The Egyptian» Exclaimed starting back and forcibly grasping the her son. «God forbid! she might steal my Bo Come, Eustache.» «That Egyptian steal your boy. Sister Gudule has the same notion of the Egyptians.» said Oudarde. «Who is sister Gudule?» inquired Mahiette. «The recluse of the Trou aux Rats, the poor = roale oily ge We est pol pe kee bel 121 120 ‘woman to whom we are carrying the cake,» replied Gervaise. «Let us make haste. I wouldn't for the world that the same thing should happen to me as befell Paquette la Chante Fleurie,» said Mahictte. «You must tell us that story, good Mahiette,» said Gervaise. «I will,» answered Mahiette. «Paquette la Chante-Fleurie was a handsome girl of eighteen. Her father died while she was an infant. She lived with her mother at Rheims. They had great difficulties to cam a livehood. They worked in needlework and finery which helped to keep them very poor. When her mother died, Paquette had nothing in the world to love, and none to love her. She led a miserable life and became a lewd woman. She set her whole heart upon a child, and prayed to God night and day for one. And he took compassion on her and gave her a little girl. Her joy is not to be described. She huged her with tempest of tears and kisses, She suckled her herself, and made her clothes, 123 Rie eked RAS Lgl) Joos peal ctu SU pe Yl Ip i Bisa yh ale ‘liye id olla Veda GS Dai le oa we Us aie Ape at fg thee te gb CRLY SL, cals PB MGally BLS Ub py Lally OL ae wf tad pte I Tas ells piles es 2 Ball gp Law tty ON places ol fae gay pl Slo Sh et ce Ill Best ta od «Ugly Cg Ley ahi Wat Od yed tt Le tke ey BN cepts dil del oe WS gl Cas wie Tlie Upoey Ugele acl ells gg OL fel oe op Tole GA Bly pl Lobe ly Gall alae ols, 122 and laid all the money she received on frocks, caps, lace and all sorts of finery for her child. Among other things she had a pair of little rose-colored shoes was never seen. She had embroidered them herself, with the utmost art of her needle and skill.» «Paquetie's baby,» resumed Mahiette, «was four months old. She had handsome feet! Her eyes were larger than her mouth, and she had the most beautiful dark hair. Her mother became everyday more and more dotingly fond of her.» «The story is well enough, but where are the Egyptians?», said Gervaise. «Why! here!» replied Mahiette. «One day a party of strange people, beggars and vagabonds with tawny faces, curly hair and silver rings in their cars, arrived at Rheims, They came from Egypt to Rheims through Poland. There were various reports about their stealing children, cutting purses and cating human flesh. They read the palm and fortold wonderful things.» «One day poor Paquette wanted to know Agnes’ - that is the child's name -, luck, The 125, ey SUNN Ug) cance yale ca sty vp geal ball BI LS, Slat, thai gle gear call op2ll IS sO gl igayg gee We abl is sel LW oes Le JS eeapy ejeyate (VI Gol ual see Jeet Ste Sd Sikes Gaby oo ye Cost LG Slale cabs OL Us oy che th day! Se) ESL Ub cals WW WSs bed ge Sl WUE RS oblee Obey Obher pe SS By Ue ola eT Cilsy fae aye at Hye oe ibe oe, Aflgh Small ol Sly leer Ladile pola cIU ta eden soll gt Ge Rep ee ll ches ey ott dame gaty ESS Alpe open sce pteny Le pal Lyls eee opt cme) ll Ll aad =e ip kab bil, diyal hey dab i de PMS sy Ld Sahsy GSN OTe Ss tl pet pally topples oll sll whi! bee dp ol go eS ey pty saepiltalpioiggl wbureeliues Mauiiog cael hebleesy 124 child was not quite a year old. The women admired the infant and kissed her with their dark lips. They told that Agnes would be a beauty, a virtue a queen.» «Next day, the mother went out while the baby lay asleep on the bed. On her return, she found the door wider open than she had left it. She ran to the bed. Poor mother! the infant was gonc, and nothing belonging to her was left except one of her pretty shoes. She rushed out of the room screaming: «My child! my child! who has taken my child»! she went through the town, searched every street crying «Tell me where to find my child, and I will be your slave!» While she was away, a neighbor told her that two Egyptian women slip slyly up her stairs with a large bundle, then ran away quickly. Paquette laughed with joy believing that she would find her daughter. But instead she found a sort of lithe monster, deformed, one-eyed limping thing creeping on the floor. 127 PLA Us Uy nel Lal! SL aah CT ISL Tle Dae OS old od GW ols toby! Ccobat HARLAN oye PE Cela cats Ly SE er Jt cael at wry VEG oly Wo cay Play le Sal PH ed tl ay le ke st i nd Aaah nb Whel oe Se ply ctlibdl cies a Hs te kedeW c33 GMs Sep Ul cle Eel culled EU GIL IS tee Nu Leh gue tin “glee ery gel tab oss cal al gl pyueyhe “gi Does ceuanblels etl oly Ul, lgate be oe py Gary gh Le Mee sins WS) led ane pl Rees Cs Ct, Hageay gh egg Cpu Cea ba lis lee Last 126 The neighbours took the little imp, which was about four years old, away. At length, Chante Fleurie suddenly sprang up, ran through the streets, shouting: «to the camp of the Egyptian!». The Egyptians were gone. The day after her hair was quite gray, and on the next she disappeared. «A strange story, indeed, I am no longer, surprised that you are so dreadfully afraid of the Egyptians.» Amid such conversation the three women reached the Place de Greve and arrived at Roland's Tower-Oudarde said. «We must not look at once lest we should frighten sister Gudule. | will tell you when to come.» A moment afterward, she made a sign for Mahietie to come; she went on tiptoe and looked in, «Let us not disturb her, she is praying» said Oudarde. Upon the stone floor a female was seated. Her chin rested on her knees; her arms encircled her legs. She was wrapped up in brown sack-cloth, and her gray hair falling over her face down to her feet. 129 PS SA Casall A He tyes ola ply see ot Rel ISN Sass calles tad gh cols Cag ot rele Hzall Suse chpley ANY elt 3, che SL ee) ee at ll pall By ‘ade gill ge ae CT el ely tiie gb te Lait 4. ral Bole NM SW HL Chay Ball ode boy Aas ce oly rayly) Ju GAY ae Boely Reis is Yool Ga HOUT pe US AL OT Oye 80 ose ol oll e Ul in by ey SASS IDE oye By pall yg) de etal sales GIG abe Wi] blnes Ye leis Sd tal BO Gb Cole te ie oS the bey Olly Lab Eis lens dp sea gd Geers Gab ae eat bay poll yy clyde fla (p> 128 Mahiette scrutinized the wan, death-like face with her eyes filled with tears. Then she drew back her head from the window, she said to Oudarde. «What do you call this woman?» «Sister Gudule.» «Por my part, T call her Paquette la Chante Fleurie! look at the corner upon which her eyes were riveted!» Oudarde put her head through the aperture and beheld in the corner a tiny shoe of pink satin, embroided all over with gold and silver. The three women looked and wept without uttering a word. At length Gervaise called to the recluse: «Sister! Sister Gudule!», The recluse stirred not, nor looked, nor sighed nor gave a sign of life. «What shall we do to rouse her?» inquired Oudarde. Then said: «Take this cake we have brought you.» She pushed aside the cake. «Would you like a little fire?» 134 gl Gl caw JMU ey Slab elk, fab oly ist pl; Se al Fa pall ada Ogi let Ciererearee ss I} ld OY Bal gay oils Y cosy tye ol Ue PB Ys tal os pl tga Gols ayn Ie ye ely ayal clealy ALM ye bytes Syke OMI gous tld ga Lie te Rada y wat gt Nae oy tN SoU sa cally pRegoll galt ob j= eUse Lots Udyog EN Gal feed lel at pad Ce bags sf ks ply ll dn dy san Sl} HES gb coylyal colle eg leit ob pKa ba COU GG peed ad SS le ge Le ih La eH eke de? 130. She shook her head in refusal. Then said: «Fire!» «Would you make one for the poor baby who has been underground these fifteen years?» Then, all at once, she extended her white skinny hand toward the boy «Take away that child! The Egyptians will presently pass.» She then sank upon her face and her forehead struck the floor with a dreadful sound. «She must have killed herself!» said Gervaise shouting: «Sister! Sister Gudule!» The recluse didn't stir. Later, she raised herself and cried, «The Egyptian that calls me!», just when she heard Mahiette calling in tears: «Paquette! Paquette La Chante Fleurie!» sel pd ail Yel) aS ee La ool igh HS Ts ge sar Ot anes Ja Sie Ete et he Ol) ond eetrey dled alll yoo Us play bey cole gt ge dee aye poo lage Jilall Lia lao py Gear atleel iy 5) Gab Legey le chai ot Nise Bye Bane bl tent cols je IG yg ob sale th. dyaye CoN Gal leet del Dd cl Aad Sy Tet poy aa Lely ale Smee Lace by 0 cols Saal 1 alte thie Goes AS ay ole Mgyg6 cals Y esl he she 132 Chapter 17 A DEAR TEAR The crowd was collecting in the place de Greve around the pillory and the gallows. People were accustomed to wait patiently whole hours for public executions. They amused themselves with gazing at the pillory, a very simple contrivance, consisting of a cube of masonry some ten feet high upon which was seen a horizontal wheel of oak. Upon this wheel the culprit was bound upon his knees and with his hands tied behind him. Then the wheel was caused to revolve horizontaly exposing the culprit's face to every point of the place. Quasimodo, tied to the tail of a cart was, at length, brought forward bound with cord and thongs upon the wheel of the pillory; hooting and laughter burst from the mob. He was placed on his knees upon the circular floor, His doublet and shirt were 135 ye gl pall Bye dens tally Coded tty be Opreny Myla, lll obs pet Ob bie paleadl of gill) he ee YF NS a es Oyo Hela! GL) Gb Sly ydall Gaal) pool go ae ge ale pe gill eh i AG Ge et ete Ue GB oe pla Ete YF oy pl 1 gil JS yy ell Sy Gy Me gay Mesa oly Olid peal dy ay ge tsb Sew Voll sya pt eb le lay Lad egal le getaledl! ual oer ay esl yp BL Bs ine te uy thay eruls pel Lal) lis ent G tbe Gy ata pV, dhl VEEL glides paler! stead op ry Sy le AU cll Gob ets card oat) AES apes dylall ie cr glad ey 134 taken off exposing his naked hump and hairy breast-to the populace who burst in laughter. ‘Then the sworn tormentor stamped with his foot atid the wheel began to turn. While the wheel was turning the tormentor raised his arms, with a thong armed with sharp bits of metal, and descended with fury upon the back of the unlucky wight. Quasimodo shook, and started like one awakened from a dream. He began to comprehend. A violent contraction of surprise and pain distorted the muscles of his face, but he heaved not a single sigh. The wheel continued to turn and the blows to fall. The blood began to tickle in a hundred litle streams down the swart shoulders of the hunchback. Quasimodo sank down exhausted. He closed his only eye, dropped his head upon his breast and stirred not, The executioner held his hand; the wheel — stopped; Quasimodo's eye slowly opened. Two attendants of the sworn tormentor washed the bleeding back of the sufferer, and rubbed it with a sort of ointment. Quasimado's punishment was not yet over. 137 Dell ope oly tlle ays ole Gynt egg Una lay cards oY Gleall (US 4 bey ody ole gby syst Hel Cale Lay so A gb Gp Lok cy bbl te ad ier lie type cle oe Bhs oS septs Sets ag a ey Sobae pal 3 al Ny op tel opty Wel te en gl Bs Weel, cls lM be atels byt otal ales dlp ial bykddl yp Oke gp ty ot ot eb OG adel ig stall de dee dy ae plaly sill pe tates oy) Gar pleats gs Whe ee ly ote GP ON) Gels ite! che All cal gael GS LEY ay yb SAAS ebay ate gh pan 51S petit lea ge Lg dy Gbeole Bly Raalee gal pes ohh He had still to remain in the pillory an extra hour. Quasimodo was generally hated. The mob was without pity; the scene excited a universal joy. Time passed and Quasimodo had been exposed for an hour and a half. All at once, he cried in a furious voice: «Water!» This cry of distress served only to increase the mirth of the merciless people, Quasimodo surveyed the crowd with anxious eye and repeated: «Water!» He was answered with peals of laughter. «There is water for thee!» cried Poussepain, throwing in his face a sponge soaked in the kennel. Further morc, a woman hurled a stone at his head. «Water!» roared the panting Quasimodo for the third time. At that moment he saw a young female approaching the pillory. Quasimodo’s eyes sparkled. It was the gypsy whom he had attempted to carry off the preceding night and 139 SP) tole Si a ta 5 pb yesh Lye hls ABLSYl eyyie SI dell G9 032 HE spear OSs ple 0S ates sails OS he cd ph plat Lyte OLS, Lait I dae PHS dels Sip ey palenll Lai pty te sy osplell iy Gb dell Gal) OL ieee he, Mebdly J)? Ce Milde pb ol ye HU olutl Lig) oS re CAN ee NAS sae ily pel pees ott 1253 wesle sT Lolly e Ope JS fb PH Nl he pee edly Sle ay 1A Up) de Spe tds a oh wl ce Ses sles say ga pails a5 oF Salad ite ce Side ert ie gl) SIL Sli ak By aby ile gall Hea Ge ad pa pels 138 for this he was suffering. He thought that she was coming to revenge also. Without uttering a word, she approached the sufferer, loosend a gourd from her girdle and gently lifted it to the lips of the exhausted wretch. A big tear was seen to start from his dry and bloodshot eye. It was perhaps the first he had shed since he arrived at manhood. He drank greedily and extended his lips to kiss the kind hand for the welcome relief, but the damsel quickly withdrew back her hand with terror, [tis no doubt a touching scene. A girl so fresh, so pure, so lovely and so weak, humanely hastening to relieve of a so much distress, deformity and malice. The populace themselves were moved, and began clapping their hands. At, exactly, this time the recluse perceived the Egyption from the window of her den cried: «Cursed you! spawn of Egypt! cursed!» Get down! baby-stealer.» La Esmeralda turned pale, and with faltering step descended from the pillory. 141 oP Md et ol tS eB ily pe Lay lt, vice pe) ST Ug cp eee gt ely LIS he of ays ee ey sl, ON At GG, pay ie Li gl ll Bes tae Cell Mle Gb ey Lay dee AU GLI vl i deal et OSE Kas ede dle ay al Ghent oH LB) ast ay ef lee op ty viele aay cade sei 35, cada 2 fine ills cilee tei ie Lyte ols golly setlly ES telly gil pli We oles eed he ely Lah obadil i paledl ol cellly | JL eh colyy aR ada BS DE ge ll ely CIMY dill abe aetipad cell Wa Kile BS Hall GY Uple 350 NOUR Babe GF ty Mh le hay Lille any Ge lee ye 140 Chaptre 18 THE UNCOVERED SECRET Many weeks had elapsed and it was now the beginning. of March. Opposite to the cathedral, upon a stone balcony over the porch of a rich Gothic building, some young and handsome females were chatting, laughing and disporting themselves. It was, in fact, Damoiselle Fleur de Lys de Gondelaurier and her companions, Diane de Christeuil, Amelotte de Montmichel and little de Champchevrier. They were staying at the house of Dame de Gondelaurier a widow lady. The damsels were seated partly: in the room, partly in the balcony, each held a portion of a large piece of tapestry; working on it together. They were chatting together in that low tone and with those tillers so common in a young parly of young females when there is a young man among them. He appeared himself to care very little about it. 143 pe All bedi Cpe rl IT et Uy gb ell by = Baye ell cays Sp gts: ghee, Sled an WI ols Oy, ge et eel ae igilipdury Nepstar 93 gl ge op Utell oso pp apgually Wltgy 9 cylel gees yo Syed ole dip ge ell Deeg Shee ody Ll Ole vibes as shay! Pl pds Bal gb gee pe ebelle cleill cis OS go eal ale (le cde Say pis ore OE eles 8 soe dl al Vals ly aa Ou Ul 142 Now and then the old lady spoke to him in a very low tone. He was an accepted lover and it was casy that a match would be concluded bet: the young officer and Fleur de Lys. The captain was indifferent while the mother si Page > make him notice the grace with which Fi r piled her needle. «Why don't-you go and iste totherns said the lady pushit toward Fleur de Lys. «Go and say so 1ing, to her.» felt the necessity | = tat ode «A charming piece of work!» cried he. < — At this moment Berangere de Ch anche looking down upon the place, a i @Oh! look; look at the prenyd onthe pavement!» «Some Egyptian I dare say,» repli F de lys. : ‘ee ee lancing «Let's see!» cried her, lively companions, running to the front of the balcony. ‘Op: The captain stood for some moments, lost in. thought, leaning on the carved mantel-piece. Fleur suddenly addressed him, «Did you not tell us, cousin, of a little gypsy, whom you rescued one night from the hands of robbers?» 145 le lk ee oe Lage tet! a) ong jal Gal cals ie Sp ak 2 Wl de bet ge alts AT Jl Saye OSs oad ge ald yee) LEI Leal ou) faye a Bc fb tyes cS tt 51, Tat GUI Mga As ae led lee dees ail Saal t8ig] Gens, Galt Y (SLD eh a erie dls Ud i lt ot TO yad PA ayy pay ON ty tis, es Left a) A Sy ULE OL a Ce bay 2B 2H Se ye LW ue te All thal Lal ede kel 11 Ale 4 cine Da eae eet e 3 Sete ee at ete ta oe eon OF LN ELST pe peal op cA A a eats 850 ga gat “Wigs Me ifs gees aii sbily Uber 144 «I think I did, cousin» replied the captain. «Come and see whether you know her! Is it your Bohemain?» Pheebus looked. «Yes, I know her by her goat.» Berangere said again: «Who is the man in black up yonder?» All the young ladies looked up toward the towers of Notre-Dame. It was a priest. His eyes were fixed on the place as intently as that of a hawk on a nest. «Tis the archdeacon of Josas.» said Fleur de lys. «How he looks at the dancing-girll» exclaimed Diane «Let the Egyptian take care of herself!» «he is not fond of Egyptians» said Fleur. «Good cousin, Phoebus, since you know the Bohemain, just call her up. It will amuse us.» «Yes, do» exclaimed the girls. Leaning over the balustrade, he called out: «My girl!» beckoning her to come to him. The dancer turned her head and her sparkling cye fell on Phebus. She stood motionless. Blushed deeply, she made her way toward the house. 147 106, & 8 als od AL Clipe ee ce be] pt tg tp taal! Club tata spel bel GB ga oh slags cll PEW GM geet kis tye ol Is ON} ge gals lp robs Uys Cait ake J Gj yb oS? tog cia ea) pea ay Y yg all dle eel Hey Uaesl Gael ada Gad bE yc feemd ae cyl UP CLetady del cece alsa CHG Jail 6 ait ah gal Late gales Bytll pole pb Leal pat Tawa wyatt i Sly SBS us Ge lee oad Gel Spall yes Capel pd les ele 146 «My pretty girl,» said Phoebus, «I know not whether you recollect me.» «Oh, yes!» said she interrupting him with a smile and a look expressing kindness. «How was it, that you slipped away? Did I frighten you?» «Oh, no!» In the accent with which this «Oh, no!» was uttered, there was an undefinable something which wounded Fleur de Lys to the quick. «What did that devil want with you? He was severely punished!» «I don't know.» She added, «Poor fellow!». The captain cried laughing: «A fine girl, upon my soul!» «Dear me!» exclaimed the fair Gaillefontaine with a sarcastic smile. «How soon the gentleman archer of the king's ordance take fire at bright Egyptian eyes!» «Why not?» said Phoarbus. A tear started at the same time into the eye of Fleur de Lys. The Bohemain raised her eyes glistening with pride and joy, and fixed them on Phebus. ten dE Cag) Ca os GG deel Gel el ott ilar Malaely Gy, al} pis pay skal ably Signs tal eM gb a, de del eas uals uy th coe Oe al sll ly eld all dahl gots vdell Jot gus ple] Wye oye A) tla) US ee alt ig Le tedbal fg pl ea Small Jom UY MSL Lela! patty . es ae elt HAL dpa) daa Ob le fae Dy tle alt ae shes Bola cool tl) We tthe Gel Opal EY BL tee pd od sie tee aS ga ne oe GIL bey OB ped f ctl, US eS Ute Yul rire «Oh! here is the pretty goat with golden feet!» cried Berangere. «Well, the goat must perform a miracle, a piece of magic, and amuse us.» Said Colombe. «I know not what you mean,» replied the dancer. At this moment Fleur de lys remarked a smal] embroided bag hung round the neck of the goat, «What is that?» «That is my secret» answered the Egyptian. Then the inquisitive Berangere loosened the little bag from the neck of the animal, opened it, and emptied its contents upon the mat; they consisted of an alphabet. The goat soon sorted out certain letters with her golden foot, arranged them together 80 as to make a word. Berangere, clapping her hands in admiration, suddenly cried: «Good Fleur de Lys! come and see!» The letters which the goat had arranged formed the name: PHCEBUS. 151 HabU Yale ole poy Hail p22 old aad apall yo be teh teal oS Le ane tine eH Ot ipl te op Vs ppl ele Hage gobs + gil Yule ep Whar Tj Lobe Une ob ge ath cin Lay yaa Le apt ai) "8g2 ida be Thy pall coer lb © eel se silt Ear ol Uyadl bse scold LA deg walt Gh gme Eedly abl) lity Epall U5 gs Glo! chal Gl gle spel wih BL) Real edie tpl ch ee tb fa AS ply e588 py cet ce ye ches Coby SLASH ga LS Go gp yane ye rep cols Bh clas kale ols cides Mapa Chad Tob a) gay ghd eg ly “Els spl es gl Ge is ad hey? 150 «The secret is out,» thought Fleur de Lys ashe is a sorceress!» and sank fainting on the floor, tnen taken away through a door. La Esmeralda changed color, trembled. She picked up the unlicky letters in a twinkiling of an eye an signed to her Djali to follow her out of the door. Phaebus eyed her with a smile, wavered for ‘a moment between the two doors, and then followed the gypsy girl. 153, Bela go gph Ee gle uae Dp corel be Lee che Piel YP ene oe Bb Bal cabs of cintily Lai Os nity eet ly oe lee Poult oe pt cath oo tay andy che epigh Lally ees Chapter 19 BAD NEWS The priest who was seen on the top of the tower, Claude Frollo, hastily descended, and in a few minutes he was in the place. The gypsy, at this moment was still in that house, the archdeacon found a man in red and yellow surtout. He, to earn a few pieces of coin, moved round the circle, with his elbow against his lips, his head thrown back, his neck stretched, his face flushed, and a chair between his tceth, on this chair was tied a cal. «Oh, what is Pierre Gringoire about here?» exclaimed the archdeacon. Hearing the stern voice. Pierre lost his balance, and chair and cat fell upon the heads of the spectators. «Come hither, Master Pierre. There are many things which I want you to explain,» «Messire, it is indeed a strange and sad thing, | admit, What could I do? Civilization 155 pe el baal i ona sad a cell el gant gl als gt TL BOS ate day dey bay PS seg col db og dy Lb Yall cis, Va GIS ca ytl piay CI dats aol ge Mey aed) Gabe ca pelt G8 ot: Maly HB nh Jel ee SN gay cay pol iy oady ble oly gl I) ahs US| hey Leeds alll Jidy 8PLie slymi a elnall ea) [SL U9 de oe 4 lS ee pl cals sgeaLball ey}) le ably pa SW chi ce VRS Ll See ce ey lee be gl dle flee WB Sy Bay Le Bye Ugh Geel agit cay tee SN day pdt od Sali | Panel al Gus 154 is not yet so far advanced that one may go stark naked. The blame rests with my old coat. «A respectable profession truly, this that you have taken up!» replied the archdeacon, «I grant that it is a sorry employment of my intellectual faculties, but my reverned master, in order to live one must get a livelihood,» «Well, Master Pierre; but how happens is that you are now in the company of that Egyptian dancing-girl?» «it is because she is my wife,» replied Gringoire. The gloomy eye of the priest glared like fire. «Wretch! Is this really so?» cried he furiously. «Have you so completely forsaken your God as to become the husband of that creature?» «I swear that she allows me not to touch her.» Then Gringoire explained the circumstances of his marriage. He continued: «She is a provoking thing, a mysterious creature. It is a superstition. An old fellow told me that she has been either lost or found. She has a charm round her neck to find her 157 ate ch pst Oo) Tye CAL Of eel ge fnssptall pplllh lane hese Ege eled siya Pls Sa ASL Ope ee ot be Gi zel Lhe Hilts AS Ol ote GS pall ee Ral pM ag by Hs criey ES Sy ae et EA all tnd Jl © pra} ipl ote Lek Epes Lak yall ne CH, Yd be lee be [stl Up le FEB ARN ele oe py oe dl oe Ly mel fay +a} Gaul ob cs pl al le SWE ply als Gab Gall slate ot ob sEeble Bb UB] heb ae Gye Lille ol Ge Mel pa Gabe Git ob SIL goes hel Gane Rat GS cs al US op hel Up Palas ile As Recall Of Spity Uplal ole Ly Jae Uey 156 Parents. It would lose its virtue if the girl were to lose hers.» «So then, you believe that this creature is still virtuous?» asked the priest. «That what was told to me. In fact,» added Gringoire. «She is handsome. Fascinating and clever.» «She had trained her animal, within two months only, to put together the word Phorbus,» «Phoebus? why Phoebus?» Exclaimed the priest with astonishment. Then he suddenly said, «you will swear that you have never touched her?» al swear [ never did, But how can this concern you?» ‘The pale face of the archdeacon crimsoned and answered with a visible embarrassment: «Listen, Master Pierre Gringoire. You are not yet eternally lost. I take an interest in your welfare. The moment you but lay hand on that Egyptian, you become the vassal of satan. That is all. Now get thee gone!» cried the priest with his terrible look. Use aaa Up ae tb) ele te th Capi ot5 L i pwll of see o5)) Wi RS3y batyy Uae Yi] Golly od Jo ee oh ge DE spe yr oT elke sy (pp SUS By pe) le Hoje de pals JG Soeae el Sonal? Lilpeiad the Ju A tAgeals ol cb] oil 1G eenall La yp Dh BL SL, tls le alt A OO et ak EAL le al day gal ory poly lb > Tay hak pd alll O] calarn plee Hh Gel! AD aka pall (poll Lied) ile Yel) ay) Sing So de al oll bye ee op Uy ye cis As IS Epo trahy OTe Chapter 20 ANOTHER LOVE! Ever since the morning that Quasimodo underwent the punishment of the pillory, the people in the neighbourhood of Notre Dame perceived a great abatement in his ador for bell-ringing. ‘One day, however, the air was so light and serene that Quasimodo felt some reviving affection for bells. He gazed for some time at the six bells with a sad shake of the head, as if lamenting that some other subject had intruded itself into his heart between them and him. But when he had set them in motion, he was once more happy, he forgot all his troubles, his heart expanded, and his face brightened up. All at once, casting his eye down, he saw in the place a young female, stopped and 161 pe og pts Ledl OF dell cy Sole de poe tee Ole bey 18 LA YW es Coils tLe EG le Gi, gepelyS ach Lady Gd oly ots ALY uel ay sel oH) pV ae oe Se eee agky alSy pth aly Samy SH) Wty ply se Pot We sty chy Ob de uk nt chee tr wel aly ge eyes og oleal ob gl ot shes Dptly ob Clily ert IS pi dd pele eh wy PU pL Gk ok Gy ts, 160 spread a carpet upon the ground on which a little goat came and posted itself. A circle of spectators was soon formed round them. This scene suddenly changed the current of his ideas. He paused, turned his back to his bells and gazed at the dancing-girl with that pensive, and tender look which had once before astonished the archdeacon. wb Coley dpe Fee col eM le Tu, egppdaltall ope ous Wye Ghuy el ge ih IS a ales atl da ey Ue ie Lal Go ke Giyy ole ply CASH tg Lay Leal ote oll clk Laas Chapter 21 A FATAL SHOCK One fine morning our friend Jehan Frollo perceived, while dressing himself no metallic piece in his pocket. «Oh! not one little parisis. I must got to my brother, I shall get a lecture, but then I shall gel a crown,» thought he and went to the cathedral. «What brings you here?» Dom Claude asked. «Brother, IT am come to ask you a little advice and a little money which T need still more.» «1 am highly displeased with you. Every day complaints are brought to me of your misconduct!» further, your study is at a low ebb.» «Alas! [ am sorry», replied Jehan. Screwing up his courage he added: 165 aaptally cgaledl [bal Bee dale BIS Ling Gage Ute eV far py cle rani Jlid ogll ge ULE ager of ode oy Tisasl ot ie sty Lange Qe Ws Ia (ign Ube ign ple pS, the Ge aly AAS Mar gt ot coglS pga UL: eft I th al gill Le Ola JE ce Bd Lt, dat ge Ss be] cee Ih 4. pst Ug) cll pil aye! USB al gl gow fe Ta) tee a A EU ap. I] BLaYL fds eRe py t. Beals cid by NBs gel typ sled pomcely 164 «| want money.» «What would you-do with it?» «lt is for an act ay: ee

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