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The gypsy was dancing; she irling her ta it into the air as she danced Provençal sarabands; agile, light, joyous, and unconscious of the foraze which descended perpendicularly upon her head

The croar around her; from time to time, a man accoutred in red and yellow made them form into a circle, and then returned, seated hioat's head on his knees This ypsy's couish his features from his elevated post

Froer, his attention seemed divided between hilooh his whole body: "Who is that man?" he muttered between his teeth: "I have always seen her alone before!"

Then he plunged down beneath the tortuous vault of the spiral staircase, and once more descended As he passed the door of the bell cha which struck hi of one of those slate penthouses which rese at the Place He was engaged in so profound a contee of his adopted father His savage eye had a singular expression; it was a chare!" ?" He continued his descent At the end of a few minutes, the anxious archdeacon entered upon the Place from the door at the base of the tower

"What has becoroup of spectators which the sound of the tambourine had collected

"I know not," replied one of his neighbors, "I think that she has gone to oes in the house opposite, whither they have called her"

In the place of the gypsy, on the carpet, whose arabesques had seeures of her dance, the archdeacon no longer beheld any one but the red and yellow man, who, in order to earn a few testers in his turn, alking round the circle, with his elbows on his hips, his head thrown back, his face red, his neck outstretched, with a chair between his teeth To the chair he had fastened a cat, which a neighbor had lent, and which was spitting in great affright