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The surface of this rabble was dingy, dirty, earthy The spectacle which it was expecting was evidently one of the sort which possess the privilege of bringing out and calling together the vilest a is so hideous as the noise which was made by that swar there were hs than cries, more wo voice pierced the general cla yonder?"

"Fool! t'is here that she is to h Latin in her face! That is always done here, at o to the Grève"

"I will go there, afterwards"

"Tell me, la Boucanbry? Is it true that she has refused a confessor?"

"It appears so, La Bechaigne"

"You see what a pagan she is!"

"'Tis the custom, monsieur The bailiff of the courts is bound to deliver the ed for execution if he be a layman, to the provost of Paris; if a clerk, to the official of the bishopric"

"Thank you, sir"

"Oh, God!" said Fleur-de-Lys, "the poor creature!"

This thought filled with sadness the glance which she cast upon the populace The captain, much more occupied with her than with that pack of the rabble, was airdle behind She turned round, entreating and s

"Please let me alone, Phoebus! If my mother were to return, she would see your hand!"

At thatslowly out from the clock of Notre-Dame A murmur of satisfaction broke out in the crowd The last vibration of the twelfth stroke had hardly died ahen all heads surged like the waves beneath a squall, and an immense shout went up from the pavement, the s, and the roofs, "There she is!"

Fleur-de-Lys pressed her hands to her eyes, that she irl," said Phoebus, "do you wish to withdraw?"

"No," she replied; and she opened through curiosity, the eyes which she had closed through fear

A tumbrel drawn by a stout Norman horse, and all surrounded by cavalry in violet livery hite crosses, had just debouched upon the Place through the Rue Saint-Pierre- aux-Boeufs The sergeants of the watch were clearing a passage for it through the crowd, by stout blows from their clubs Beside the cart rode several officers of justice and police, recognizable by their black costume and their aardness in the saddle Master Jacques Charmolue paraded at their head