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Further on there were two fe candles, which the fog caused to sputter

"Has your husband told you about the mishap, Mademoiselle la Boudraque?"

"No What is it, Mademoiselle Turquant?"

"The horse of M Gilles Godin, the notary at the Châtelet, took fright at the Fles and their procession, and overturned Master Philippe Avrillot, lay eois horse! 'tis rather too ood!"

And the ere closed But Gringoire had lost the thread of his ideas, nevertheless

Fortunately, he speedily found it again, and he knotted it together without difficulty, thanks to the gypsy, thanks to Djali, who still walked in front of hi creatures, whose tiny feet, beautiful for, al theood friendship; regarding theility, and dexterity of their ere concerned

But the streets were beco blacker and o, and it was only at rare intervals now that they encountered a passer-by in the street, or a light in the s Gringoire had becoypsy, in that inextricable labyrinth of alleys, squares, and closed courts which surround the ancient sepulchre of the Saints-Innocents, and which reseled by a cat "Here are streets which possess but little logic!" said Gringoire, lost in the thousands of circuits which returned upon theirl pursued a road which seemed familiar to her, without hesitation and with a step which becanorant of his situation had he not espied, in passing, at the turn of a street, the octagonal mass of the pillory of the fish markets, the open-work summit of which threw its black, fretted outlines clearly upon a hich was still lighted in the Rue Verdelet

The young girl's attention had been attracted to him for the last few moments; she had repeatedly turned her head towards him with uneasiness; she had even once coht which escaped from a half-open bakery to survey hilance, Gringoire had seen her make that little pout which he had already noticed, after which she passed on