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Already several colu belched forth from the chih the fissures of an immense sulphurous crater The river, which ruffles its waters against the arches of so ainst the points of sowith silvery folds Around the city, outside the rareat circle of fleecy vapors through which one confusedly distinguished the indefinite line of the plains, and the graceful swell of the heights All sorts of floating sounds were dispersed over this half-awakened city Towards the east, thebreeze chased a few soft white bits of wool torn froood wo out to each other, with astonishreat door of Notre-Dame, and the two solidified streams of lead in the crevices of the stone This was all that rehted between the towers by Quasimodo had died out Tristan had already cleared up the Place, and had the dead thrown into the Seine Kings like Louis XI are careful to clean the pavement quickly after a massacre

Outside the balustrade of the tower, directly under the point where the priest had paused, there was one of those fantastically carved stone gutters hich Gothic edifices bristle, and, in a crevice of that gutter, two pretty wallflowers in blossom, shaken out and vivified, as it were, by the breath of air, made frolicsoh, far away in the depths of the sky, the cries of little birds were heard

But the priest was not listening to, was not looking at, anything of all this He was one of the s, no birds, no flowers In that immense horizon, which assumed so many aspects about hile point

Quasiypsy; but the archdeacon seemed to be out of the world at that moment He was evidently in one of those violent moments of life when one would not feel the earth crumble He remained motionless and silent, with his eyes steadily fixed on a certain point; and there was so so terrible about this silence and ier shuddered before it and dared not come in contact with it Only, and this was also one way of interrogating the archdeacon, he followed the direction of his vision, and in this way the glance of the unhappy deaf man fell upon the Place de Grève