the hunchback of notre dame-第96章
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〃Never have I seen my ugliness as at the present moment。 When I compare myself to you； I feel a very great pity for myself； poor unhappy monster that I am！ Tell me； I must look to you like a beast。 You； you are a ray of sunshine； a drop of dew； the song of a bird！ I am something frightful； neither man nor animal； I know not what； harder； more trampled under foot； and more unshapely than a pebble stone！〃
Then he began to laugh； and that laugh was the most heartbreaking thing in the world。 He continued；
〃Yes； I am deaf； but you shall talk to me by gestures； by signs。 I have a master who talks with me in that way。 And then； I shall very soon know your wish from the movement of your lips； from your look。〃
〃Well！〃 she interposed with a smile； 〃tell me why you saved me。〃
He watched her attentively while she was speaking。
〃I understand；〃 he replied。 〃You ask me why I saved you。 You have forgotten a wretch who tried to abduct you one night； a wretch to whom you rendered succor on the following day on their infamous pillory。 A drop of water and a little pity；that is more than I can repay with my life。 You have forgotten that wretch； but he remembers it。〃
She listened to him with profound tenderness。 A tear swam in the eye of the bellringer； but did not fall。 He seemed to make it a sort of point of honor to retain it。
〃Listen；〃 he resumed； when he was no longer afraid that the tear would escape； 〃our towers here are very high； a man who should fall from them would be dead before touching the pavement； when it shall please you to have me fall； you will not have to utter even a word； a glance will suffice。〃
Then he rose。 Unhappy as was the Bohemian； this eccentric being still aroused some compassion in her。 She made him a sign to remain。
〃No； no；〃 said he； 〃I must not remain too long。 I am not at my ease。 It is out of pity that you do not turn away your eyes。 I shall go to some place where I can see you without your seeing me： it will be better so。〃
He drew from his pocket a little metal whistle。
〃Here；〃 said he； 〃when you have need of me； when you wish me to come； when you will not feel too ranch horror at the sight of me； use this whistle。 I can hear this sound。〃
He laid the whistle on the floor and fled。
CHAPTER IV。
EARTHENWARE AND CRYSTAL。
Day followed day。 Calm gradually returned to the soul of la Esmeralda。 Excess of grief； like excess of joy is a violent thing which lasts but a short time。 The heart of man cannot remain long in one extremity。 The gypsy had suffered so much； that nothing was left her but astonishment。 With security； hope had returned to her。 She was outside the pale of society； outside the pale of life； but she had a vague feeling that it might not be impossible to return to it。 She was like a dead person； who should hold in reserve the key to her tomb。
She felt the terrible images which had so long persecuted her； gradually departing。 All the hideous phantoms； Pierrat Torterue； Jacques Charmolue； were effaced from her mind； all； even the priest。
And then； Phoebus was alive； she was sure of it； she had seen him。 To her the fact of Phoebus being alive was everything。 After the series of fatal shocks which had overturned everything within her； she had found but one thing intact in her soul； one sentiment；her love for the captain。 Love is like a tree； it sprouts forth of itself； sends its roots out deeply through our whole being； and often continues to flourish greenly over a heart in ruins。
And the inexplicable point about it is that the more blind is this passion； the more tenacious it is。 It is never more solid than when it has no reason in it。
La Esmeralda did not think of the captain without bitterness； no doubt。 No doubt it was terrible that he also should have been deceived； that he should have believed that impossible thing； that he could have conceived of a stab dealt by her who would have given a thousand lives for him。 But； after all； she must not be too angry with him for it； had she not confessed her crime？ had she not yielded； weak woman that she was； to torture？ The fault was entirely hers。 She should have allowed her finger nails to be torn out rather than such a word to be wrenched from her。 In short； if she could but see Phoebus once more； for a single minute； only one word would be required； one look； in order to undeceive him； to bring him back。 She did not doubt it。 She was astonished also at many singular things； at the accident of Phoebus's presence on the day of the penance； at the young girl with whom he had been。 She was his sister； no doubt。 An unreasonable explanation； but she contented herself with it； because she needed to believe that Phoebus still loved her； and loved her alone。 Had he not sworn it to her？ What more was needed； simple and credulous as she was？ And then； in this matter； were not appearances much more against her than against him？ Accordingly； she waited。 She hoped。
Let us add that the church； that vast church； which surrounded her on every side； which guarded her； which saved her； was itself a sovereign tranquillizer。 The solemn lines of that architecture； the religious attitude of all the objects which surrounded the young girl； the serene and pious thoughts which emanated； so to speak； from all the pores of that stone； acted upon her without her being aware of it。 The edifice had also sounds fraught with such benediction and such majesty； that they soothed this ailing soul。 The monotonous chanting of the celebrants； the responses of the people to the priest； sometimes inarticulate； sometimes thunderous； the harmonious trembling of the painted windows； the organ； bursting forth like a hundred trumpets； the three belfries； humming like hives of huge bees； that whole orchestra on which bounded a gigantic scale； ascending； descending incessantly from the voice of a throng to that of one bell； dulled her memory； her imagination； her grief。 The bells； in particular； lulled her。 It was something like a powerful magnetism which those vast instruments shed over her in great waves。
Thus every sunrise found her more calm； breathing better； less pale。 In proportion as her inward wounds closed； her grace and beauty blossomed once more on her countenance； but more thoughtful； more reposeful。 Her former character also returned to her； somewhat even of her gayety； her pretty pout； her love for her goat； her love for singing； her modesty。 She took care to dress herself in the morning in the corner of her cell for fear some inhabitants of the neighboring attics might see her through the window。
When the thought of Phoebus left her time； the gypsy sometimes thought of Quasimodo。 He was the sole bond； the sole connection； the sole communication which remained to her with men； with the living。 Unfortunate girl！ she was more outside the world than Quasimodo。 She understood not in the least the strange friend whom chance had given her。 She often reproached herself for not feeling a gratitude which should close her eyes； but decidedly； she could not accustom herself to the poor bellringer。 He was too ugly。
She had left the whistle which he had given her lying on the ground。 This did not prevent Quasimodo from making his appearance from time to time during the first few days。 She did her best not to turn aside with too much repugnance when he came to bring her her basket of provisions or her jug of water； but he always perceived the slightest movement of this sort； and then he withdrew sadly。
Once he came at the moment when she was caressing Djali。 He stood pensively for several minutes before this graceful group of the goat and the gypsy； at last he said； shaking his heavy and ill…formed head；
〃My misfortune is that I still resemble a man too much。 I should like to be wholly a beast like that goat。〃
She gazed at him in amazement。
He replied to the glance；
〃Oh！ I well know why；〃 and he went away。
On another occasion he presented himself at the door of the cell （which he never entered） at the moment when la Esmeralda was singing an old Spanish ballad； the words of which she did not understand； but which had lingered in her ear because the gypsy women h
