BOOK ELEVENTH.
CHAPTER 1. THE LITTLE SHOE.
(continued)
At that moment, the cell resounded with the clang of arms
and a galloping of horses which seemed to be coming from
the Pont Notre-Dame, amid advancing farther and farther
along the quay. The gypsy threw herself with anguish into
the arms of the sacked nun.
"Save me! save me! mother! they are coming!"
"Oh, heaven! what are you saying? I had forgotten!
They are in pursuit of you! What have you done?"
"I know not," replied the unhappy child; "but I am condemned
to die."
"To die!" said Gudule, staggering as though struck by
lightning; "to die!" she repeated slowly, gazing at her
daughter with staring eyes.
"Yes, mother," replied the frightened young girl, "they
want to kill me. They are coming to seize me. That gallows
is for me! Save me! save me! They are coming! Save me!"
The recluse remained for several moments motionless and
petrified, then she moved her head in sign of doubt, and
suddenly giving vent to a burst of laughter, but with that
terrible laugh which had come back to her,--
"Ho! ho! no! 'tis a dream of which you are telling me.
Ah, yes! I lost her, that lasted fifteen years, and then
I found her again, and that lasted a minute! And they would
take her from me again! And now, when she is beautiful, when
she is grown up, when she speaks to me, when she loves me;
it is now that they would come to devour her, before my very
eyes, and I her mother! Oh! no! these things are not possible.
The good God does not permit such things as that."
Here the cavalcade appeared to halt, and a voice was heard
to say in the distance,--
"This way, Messire Tristan! The priest says that we shall
find her at the Rat-Hole." The noise of the horses began again.
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