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Master Coppenole, in amazement, approached him

"Cross of God! Holy Father! you possess the handsoliness that I have ever beheld in my life You would deserve to be pope at Roayly on his shoulder Quasiue ho, were it to cost me a new dozen of twelve livres of Tours How does it strike you?"

Quasimodo made no reply

"Cross of God!" said the hosier, "are you deaf?"

He was, in truth, deaf

Nevertheless, he began to grow impatient with Coppenole's behavior, and suddenly turned towards hiiant recoiled, like a bull-dog before a cat

Then there was created around that strange personage, a circle of terror and respect, whose radius was at least fifteen geometrical feet An old woman explained to Coppenole that Quasimodo was deaf

"Deaf!" said the hosier, with his great Fleh "Cross of God! He's a perfect pope!"

"He! I recognize him," exclaimed Jehan, who had, at last, descended from his capital, in order to see Quasier of my brother, the archdeacon Good-day, Quasimodo!"

"What a devil of a man!" said Robin Poussepain still all bruised with his fall "He shows hied He looks at you; he's one-eyed You speak to hiue?"

"He speaks when he chooses," said the old wo the bells He is not dumb"

"That he lacks," remarks Jehan

"And he has one eye too many," added Robin Poussepain

"Not at all," said Jehan wisely "A one-eyed man is far less complete than a blind ars, all the lackeys, all the cutpurses, joined with the scholars, had gone in procession to seek, in the cupboard of the law clerks' company, the cardboard tiara, and the derisive robe of the Pope of the Fools Quasi, and with a sort of proud docility Then they made him seat himself on a motley litter Twelve officers of the fraternity of fools raised him on their shoulders; and a sort of bitter and disdainful joy lighted up the morose face of the cyclops, when he beheld beneath his deforht, well- procession set out on its alleries of the Courts, beforethe circuit of the streets and squares