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On reading these gloomy words, he felt that which a blind man feels when he feels hiave way beneath hi of her who had died that day He felt so e themselves in his brain, that it seemed to him that his head had become one of the chi ti, overwhelth soe in his tower beside his faithful Quasimodo He rose; and, as he was afraid, he took the lae; but he had got beyond heeding such a trifle now

He slowly cliht which must have been communicated to the rare passers-by in the Place du Parvis by theso late from loophole to loophole of the bell tower

All at once, he felt a freshness on his face, and found hiallery The air was cold; the sky was filled with hurrying clouds, whose large, white flakes drifted one upon another like the breaking up of river ice after the winter The crescent of the moon, stranded in the ht in the ice-cakes of the air

He lowered his gaze, and conte of slender coluauze ofof the roofs of Paris, pointed, innumerable, crowded and sht

The moon cast a feeble ray, which imparted to earth and heaven an ashy hue

At that ht rang out The priest thought of ain

"Oh!" he said in a very low tone, "she must be cold now"

All at once, a gust of wind extinguished his lamp, and almost at the same instant, he beheld a shade, a whiteness, a forle of the tower He started Beside this woled its bleat with the last bleat of the clock

He had strength enough to look It was she

She was pale, she was gloo; but there was no longer a rope on her neck, her hands were no longer bound; she was free, she was dead