BOOK SIXTH.
CHAPTER 5. END OF THE STORY OF THE CAKE.
La Esmeralda turned pale and descended from the pillory,
staggering as she went. The voice of the recluse still
pursued her,--
"Descend! descend! Thief of Egypt! thou shalt ascend it
once more!"
"The sacked nun is in one of her tantrums," muttered the
populace; and that was the end of it. For that sort of woman
was feared; which rendered them sacred. People did not then
willingly attack one who prayed day and night.
The hour had arrived for removing Quasimodo. He was
unbound, the crowd dispersed.
Near the Grand Pont, Mahiette, who was returning with her
two companions, suddenly halted,--
"By the way, Eustache! what did you do with that cake?"
"Mother," said the child, "while you were talking with
that lady in the bole, a big dog took a bite of my cake, and
then I bit it also."
"What, sir, did you eat the whole of it?" she went on.
"Mother, it was the dog. I told him, but he would not
listen to me. Then I bit into it, also."
"'Tis a terrible child!" said the mother, smiling and
scolding at one and the same time. "Do you see, Oudarde? He
already eats all the fruit from the cherry-tree in our orchard
of Charlerange. So his grandfather says that be will be a
captain. Just let me catch you at it again, Master Eustache.
Come along, you greedy fellow!"
[End of Volume 1.]
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