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"What is that?" said the priest

Alorous aruish clearly who it was that held hie, and there was just sufficient light scattered alooe knife

The priest fancied that he perceived the form of Quasimodo He assumed that it could be no one but he He remembered to have stumbled, as he entered, over a bundle which was stretched across the door on the outside But, as the newco hi: "Quasiot, at that , the priest was overthrown and a leaden knee rested on his breast

Fronized Quasimodo; but as to be done? how could he nize him? the darkness rendered the deaf ed tigress, did not intervene to save hi his head; the moment was critical All at once, his adversary seemed stricken with hesitation

"No blood on her!" he said in a dull voice

It was, in fact, Quasimodo's voice

Then the priest felt a large hand dragging him feet first out of the cell; it was there that he was to die Fortunately for him, the moon had risen a few h the door of the cell, its pale rays fell upon the priest's countenance Quasi seized hiypsy, who had advanced to the threshold of her cell, beheld with surprise their roles abruptly changed It was now the priest who menaced, Quasi the deaf estures of wrath and reproach, n to retire

The deaf ypsy's door,--"Monseigneur," he said, in a grave and resigned voice, "you shall do all that you please afterwards, but kill , he presented his knife to the priest The priest, beside hiirl was quicker than be; she wrenched the knife froh,--"Approach," she said to the priest