BOOK TENTH.
CHAPTER 1. GRINGOIRE HAS MANY GOOD IDEAS IN SUCCESSION.--RUE DES BERNARDINS.
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Gringoire was alarmed by his air. He hastened to say,
"Oh, no, not I! Our marriage was a real forismaritagium. I
stayed outside. But one might obtain a respite, all the same."
"Madness! Infamy! Hold your tongue!"
"You do wrong to get angry," muttered Gringoire. "One
obtains a respite; that does no harm to any one, and allows
the midwives, who are poor women, to earn forty deniers
parisis."
The priest was not listening to him!
"But she must leave that place, nevertheless!" he murmured,
"the decree is to be executed within three days. Moreover,
there will be no decree; that Quasimodo! Women have very
depraved tastes!" He raised his voice: "Master Pierre, I have
reflected well; there is but one means of safety for her."
"What? I see none myself."
"Listen, Master Pierre, remember that you owe your life
to her. I will tell you my idea frankly. The church is
watched night and day; only those are allowed to come out,
who have been seen to enter. Hence you can enter. You
will come. I will lead you to her. You will change clothes
with her. She will take your doublet; you will take her
petticoat."
"So far, it goes well," remarked the philosopher, "and then?"
"And then? she will go forth in your garments; you will
remain with hers. You will be hanged, perhaps, but she will
be saved."
Gringoire scratched his ear, with a very serious air.
"Stay!" said he, "that is an idea which would never have
occurred to me unaided."
At Dom Claude's proposition, the open and benign face of
the poet had abruptly clouded over, like a smiling Italian
landscape, when an unlucky squall comes up and dashes a
cloud across the sun.
"Well! Gringoire, what say you to the means?"
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