BOOK NINTH.
CHAPTER 6. CONTINUATION OF THE KEY TO THE RED DOOR.
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Then she added with a pitiless expression, well aware that
she was about to pierce the priest's heart with thousands of
red-hot irons,--
"Ah! I know that Phoebus is not dead!
The priest overturned Quasimodo on the floor with a kick,
and, quivering with rage, darted back under the vault of the
staircase.
When he was gone, Quasimodo picked up the whistle which
had just saved the gypsy.
"It was getting rusty," he said, as he handed it back to her;
then he left her alone.
The young girl, deeply agitated by this violent scene, fell
back exhausted on her bed, and began to sob and weep. Her
horizon was becoming gloomy once more.
The priest had groped his way back to his cell.
It was settled. Dom Claude was jealous of Quasimodo!
He repeated with a thoughtful air his fatal words: "No
one shall have her."
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