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When Pierre Gringoire arrived on the Place de Grève, he was paralyzed He had directed his course across the Pont aux Meuniers, in order to avoid the rabble on the Pont au Change, and the pennons of Jehan Fourbault; but the wheels of all the bishop's mills had splashed him as he passed, and his doublet was drenched; it seemed to him besides, that the failure of his piece had rendered him still more sensible to cold than usual Hence he nificently in the middle of the Place But a considerable crowd formed a circle around it

"Accursed Parisians!" he said to hioire, like a true draues) "there they are obstructing reatly in need of a chimney corner; my shoes drink in the water, and all those cursed mills wept upon me! That devil of a Bishop of Paris, with his mills! I'd just like to knohat use a bishop can make of a mill! Does he expect to become a miller instead of a bishop? If only my malediction is needed for that, I bestow it upon him! and his cathedral, and his mills! Just see if those boobies will put the there! They are warive theots burn; a fine spectacle!"

On looking er than was required si's fire, and that this concourse of people had not been attracted solely by the beauty of the hundred fagots which were burning

In a vast space left free between the crowd and the fire, a young girl was dancing

Whether this young girl was a huoire, sceptical philosopher and ironical poet that he was, could not decide at the firstvision

She was not tall, though she seemed so, so boldly did her slender form dart about She arthy of complexion, but one divined that, by day, her skin olden tone of the Andalusians and the Roman women Her little foot, too, was Andalusian, for it was both pinched and at ease in its graceful shoe She danced, she turned, she whirled rapidly about on an old Persian rug, spread negligently under her feet; and each time that her radiant face passed before you, as she whirled, her great black eyes darted a flash of lightning at you