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The priest smote his brow In spite of the calesture betrayed his internal convulsions frooire said to him; "Master, I will reply to you; ~Il padelt~, which means in Turkish, 'God is our hope'"

"How is she to be saved?" repeated Claude dreaoire sination; I will devise expedients for you What if one were to ask her pardon fro?"

"Of Louis XI! A pardon!"

"Why not?"

"To take the tiger's bone froan to seek fresh expedients

"Well, stay! Shall I address to the irl is with child!"

This made the priest's hollow eye flash

"With child! knave! do you know anything of this?"

Gringoire was alarmed by his air He hastened to say, "Oh, no, not I! Our iuht obtain a respite, all the sa to get angry," oire "One obtains a respite; that does no harm to any one, and allows the midwives, who are poor women, to earn forty deniers parisis"

The priest was not listening to him!

"But she must leave that place, nevertheless!" he murmured, "the decree is to be executed within three days Moreover, there will be no decree; that Quasimodo! Women have very depraved tastes!" He raised his voice: "Master Pierre, I have reflected well; there is but one means of safety for her"

"What? I see none myself"

"Listen, Master Pierre, remember that you owe your life to her I will tell you ht and day; only those are allowed to come out, who have been seen to enter Hence you can enter You will coe clothes with her She will take your doublet; you will take her petticoat"

"So far, it goes well," reo forth in your gared, perhaps, but she will be saved"

Gringoire scratched his ear, with a very serious air "Stay!" said he, "that is an idea which would never have occurred to n face of the poet had abruptly clouded over, like a s Italian landscape, when an unlucky squall comes up and dashes a cloud across the sun