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Quasi the bridle, prepared to force him to retrace his steps Unable to comprehend the captain's resistance, he hastened to say to hi for you" He added with an effort: "A woman who loves you"

"A rare rascal!" said the captain, "who thinks o to all the women who love me! or who say they do And what if, by chance, she should resemble you, you face of a screech-owl? Tell the woman who has sent you that I ao to the devil!"

"Listen," exclai to overcoypsy whoreat effect on Phoebus, but not of the kind which the deaf allant officer had retired with Fleur- de-Lys several irl from the hands of Charmolue Afterwards, in all his visits to the Gondelaurier mansion he had taken care not to mention that woman, the memory of as, after all, painful to him; and on her side, Fleur-de-Lys had not deeypsy was alive Hence Phoebus believed poor "Similar" to be dead, and that a month or two had elapsed since her death Let us add that for the last fewon the profound darkness of the night, the supernatural ugliness, the sepulchral voice of the strange ht; that the street was deserted, as on the evening when the surly monk had accosted him; and that his horse snorted as it looked at Quasihtened "Look here, do you come from the other world?"

And he laid his hand on the hilt of his dagger

"Quick, quick," said the deaf ; "this way!"

Phoebus dealt hiorous kick in the breast

Quasi himself on the captain Then he drew himself up stiffly and said,-"Oh! how happy you are to have some one who loves you!"

He e the horse's bridle,-"Begone!"

Phoebus spurred on in all haste, swearing Quasimodo watched him disappear in the shades of the street

"Oh!" said the poor deaf man, in a very low voice; "to refuse that!"

He re-entered Notre-Daypsy was still in the same place, as he had supposed