BOOK SIXTH.
CHAPTER 4. A TEAR FOR A DROP OF WATER.
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Then the poor deaf man fixed on her a look full of reproach
and inexpressible sadness.
It would have been a touching spectacle anywhere,--this
beautiful, fresh, pure, and charming girl, who was at the
same time so weak, thus hastening to the relief of so much
misery, deformity, and malevolence. On the pillory, the
spectacle was sublime.
The very populace were captivated by it, and began to clap
their hands, crying,--
"Noel! Noel!"
It was at that moment that the recluse caught sight, from
the window of her bole, of the gypsy on the pillory, and
hurled at her her sinister imprecation,--
"Accursed be thou, daughter of Egypt! Accursed! accursed!"
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