Page 125 (1/1)

The archdeacon and the bellringer, as we have already said, were but little loved by the populace great and small, in the vicinity of the cathedral When Claude and Quasiether, which frequently happened, and when they were seen traversing in coloomy streets of the block of Notre-Dame, more than one evil word, reeted them on their way, unless Claude Frollo, which was rarely the case, walked with head upright and raised, showing his severe and alust brow to the dumbfounded jeerers

Both were in their quarter like "the poets" of whonier speaks,-"All sorts of persons run after poets, As warblers fly shrieking after owls"

Sometimes a mischievous child risked his skin and bones for the ineffable pleasure of driving a pin into Quasiirl, , brushed the priest's black robe, singing in his face the sardonic ditty, "niche, niche, the devil is caught" So in a file under the shadow of the steps to a porch, scolded noisily as the archdeacon and the bellringer passed, and tossed the welcome, with a curse: "Hum! there's a fellohose soul is made like the other one's body!" Or a band of schoolboys and street urchins, playing hop-scotch, rose in a body and saluted him classically, with some cry in Latin: "~Eia! eia! Claudius cuenerally passed unnoticed both by the priest and the bellringer Quasis, and Claude was too dreamy