BOOK ELEVENTH.
CHAPTER 1. THE LITTLE SHOE.
(continued)
The tumult around Notre-Dame was, in fact, increasing.
They listened. Cries of victory were heard with tolerable
distinctness. All at once, a hundred torches, the light of
which glittered upon the helmets of men at arms, spread over
the church at all heights, on the towers, on the galleries, on
the flying buttresses. These torches seemed to be in search
of something; and soon distant clamors reached the fugitives
distinctly :--"The gypsy! the sorceress! death to the gypsy!"
The unhappy girl dropped her head upon her hands, and
the unknown began to row furiously towards the shore.
Meanwhile our philosopher reflected. He clasped the goat
in his arms, and gently drew away from the gypsy, who pressed
closer and closer to him, as though to the only asylum which
remained to her.
It is certain that Gringoire was enduring cruel perplexity.
He was thinking that the goat also, "according to existing
law," would be hung if recaptured; which would be a great
pity, poor Djali! that he had thus two condemned creatures
attached to him; that his companion asked no better than to
take charge of the gypsy. A violent combat began between
his thoughts, in which, like the Jupiter of the Iliad, he weighed
in turn the gypsy and the goat; and he looked at them alternately
with eyes moist with tears, saying between his teeth:
"But I cannot save you both!"
A shock informed them that the boat had reached the land
at last. The uproar still filled the city. The unknown
rose, approached the gypsy, and endeavored to take her arm to
assist her to alight. She repulsed him and clung to the sleeve
of Gringoire, who, in his turn, absorbed in the goat, almost
repulsed her. Then she sprang alone from the boat. She
was so troubled that she did not know what she did or whither
she was going. Thus she remained for a moment, stunned,
watching the water flow past; when she gradually returned to
her senses, she found herself alone on the wharf with the
unknown. It appears that Gringoire had taken advantage of
the moment of debarcation to slip away with the goat into the
block of houses of the Rue Grenier-sur-l'Eau.
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