Notre Dame de Paris - Bartleby.com
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in<strong>de</strong>finite line of the plain and the soft undulation of the hills were faintly visible. All sorts of<br />
in<strong>de</strong>terminate sounds floated over the half-awakened city. In the east, a few downy white flakes, plucked<br />
from the misty mantle of the hills, fled across the sky before the morning breeze.<br />
Down in the Parvis, some housewives, milk-pot in hand, were pointing out to one another in<br />
astonishment the extraordinary condition of the great door of <strong>Notre</strong> <strong>Dame</strong>, and the two streams of lead<br />
congealed between the fissures of the stones. This was all that remained of the tumult of the night before.<br />
The pile kindled by Quasimodo between the towers was extinct. Tristan had already cleared the débris<br />
from the Place and thrown the bodies into the Seine. Kings like Louis XI are careful to clean the<br />
pavements with all expedition after a massacre.<br />
Outsi<strong>de</strong> the balustra<strong>de</strong> of the tower, immediately un<strong>de</strong>rneath the spot where the priest had taken up his<br />
position, was one of those fantastically carved gargoyles which diversify the exterior of Gothic buildings,<br />
and in a crevice of it, two graceful sprigs of wall-flower in full bloom were tossing, and, as if inspired<br />
with life by the breath of the morning, ma<strong>de</strong> sportive salutation to each other, while from over the<br />
towers, far up in the sky, came the shrill twittering of birds.<br />
But the priest neither saw nor heard anything of all this. He was one of those men for whom there are<br />
neither mornings, nor birds, nor flowers. In that immense horizon spread around him, in such infinite<br />
variety of aspect, his gaze was concentrated upon one single point.<br />
Quasimodo burned to ask him what he had done with the gipsy girl; but the Arch<strong>de</strong>acon seemed at that<br />
moment altogether beyond this world. He was evi<strong>de</strong>ntly in one of those crucial moments of life when the<br />
earth itself might fall in ruins without our perceiving it.<br />
With his eyes unwaveringly fixed upon a certain spot, he stood motionless and silent; but in that silence<br />
and that immobility there was something so appalling that the dauntless bell-ringer shud<strong>de</strong>red at the<br />
sight, and dared not disturb him. All that he did—and it was one way of interrogating the priest—was to<br />
follow the direction of his gaze, so that in this way the eye of the poor hunchback was gui<strong>de</strong>d to the Place<br />
<strong>de</strong> Grève.<br />
Thus he sud<strong>de</strong>nly discovered what the priest was looking at. A lad<strong>de</strong>r was placed against the permanent<br />
gibbet; there were some people in the Place and a number of soldiers; a man was dragging along the<br />
ground something white, to which something black was clinging; the man halted at the foot of the gibbet.<br />
Here something took place which Quasimodo could not very distinctly see; not that his eye had lost its<br />
singularly long vision, but that there was a body of soldiers in the way, which prevented him seeing<br />
everything. Moreover, at that instant the sun rose and sent such a flood of light over the horizon that it<br />
seemed as if every point of <strong>Paris</strong>—spires, chimneys, gables—were taking fire at once.<br />
Now the man began to mount the lad<strong>de</strong>r, and Quasimodo saw him again distinctly. He was carrying a<br />
female figure over his shoul<strong>de</strong>r—a girlish figure in white; there was a noose round the girl’s neck.<br />
Quasimodo recognised her. It was She!<br />
The man arrived with his bur<strong>de</strong>n at the top of the lad<strong>de</strong>r. There he arranged the noose.<br />
At this the priest, to have a better view, placed himself on his knees on the balustra<strong>de</strong>.<br />
Sud<strong>de</strong>nly the man kicked away the lad<strong>de</strong>r with his heel, and Quasimodo, who for some minutes had not<br />
drawn a breath, saw the hapless girl, with the feet of the man pressing upon her shoul<strong>de</strong>rs, swinging