BOOK ELEVENTH.
CHAPTER 2. THE BEAUTIFUL CREATURE CLAD IN WHITE. (Dante.)
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Quasimodo ascended the tower staircase for the sake of
ascending it, for the sake of seeing why the priest was
ascending it. Moreover, the poor bellringer did not know what
he (Quasimodo) should do, what he should say, what he wished.
He was full of fury and full of fear. The archdeacon and the
gypsy had come into conflict in his heart.
When he reached the summit of the tower, before emerging
from the shadow of the staircase and stepping upon the
platform, he cautiously examined the position of the priest.
The priest's back was turned to him. There is an openwork
balustrade which surrounds the platform of the bell tower.
The priest, whose eyes looked down upon the town, was resting
his breast on that one of the four sides of the balustrades
which looks upon the Pont Notre-Dame.
Quasimodo, advancing with the tread of a wolf behind him,
went to see what he was gazing at thus.
The priest's attention was so absorbed elsewhere that he
did not hear the deaf man walking behind him.
Paris is a magnificent and charming spectacle, and especially
at that day, viewed from the top of the towers of Notre-
Dame, in the fresh light of a summer dawn. The day might
have been in July. The sky was perfectly serene. Some
tardy stars were fading away at various points, and there was
a very brilliant one in the east, in the brightest part of the
heavens. The sun was about to appear; Paris was beginning
to move. A very white and very pure light brought out
vividly to the eye all the outlines that its thousands of houses
present to the east. The giant shadow of the towers leaped
from roof to roof, from one end of the great city to the other.
There were several quarters from which were already heard
voices and noisy sounds. Here the stroke of a bell, there the
stroke of a hammer, beyond, the complicated clatter of a cart
in motion.
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