the hunchback of notre dame-第97章
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ut which had lingered in her ear because the gypsy women had lulled her to sleep with it when she was a little child。 At the sight of that villanous form which made its appearance so abruptly in the middle of her song； the young girl paused with an involuntary gesture of alarm。 The unhappy bellringer fell upon his knees on the threshold； and clasped his large； misshapen hands with a suppliant air。 〃Oh！〃 he said； sorrowfully； 〃continue； I implore you； and do not drive me away。〃 She did not wish to pain him； and resumed her lay； trembling all over。 By degrees； however； her terror disappeared； and she yielded herself wholly to the slow and melancholy air which she was singing。 He remained on his knees with hands clasped； as in prayer； attentive； hardly breathing； his gaze riveted upon the gypsy's brilliant eyes。
On another occasion； he came to her with an awkward and timid air。 〃Listen；〃 he said； with an effort； 〃I have something to say to you。〃 She made him a sign that she was listening。 Then he began to sigh； half opened his lips； appeared for a moment to be on the point of speaking； then he looked at her again； shook his head； and withdrew slowly； with his brow in his hand； leaving the gypsy stupefied。 Among the grotesque personages sculptured on the wall； there was one to whom he was particularly attached； and with which he often seemed to exchange fraternal glances。 Once the gypsy heard him saying to it；
〃Oh！ why am not I of stone； like you！〃
At last； one morning； la Esmeralda had advanced to the edge of the roof； and was looking into the Place over the pointed roof of Saint…Jean le Rond。 Quasimodo was standing behind her。 He had placed himself in that position in order to spare the young girl； as far as possible； the displeasure of seeing him。 All at once the gypsy started； a tear and a flash of joy gleamed simultaneously in her eyes； she knelt on the brink of the roof and extended her arms towards the Place with anguish； exclaiming： 〃Phoebus！ come！ come！ a word； a single word in the name of heaven！ Phoebus！ Phoebus！〃 Her voice； her face； her gesture； her whole person bore the heartrending expression of a shipwrecked man who is making a signal of distress to the joyous vessel which is passing afar off in a ray of sunlight on the horizon。
Quasimodo leaned over the Place； and saw that the object of this tender and agonizing prayer was a young man； a captain； a handsome cavalier all glittering with arms and decorations； prancing across the end of the Place； and saluting with his plume a beautiful lady who was smiling at him from her balcony。 However； the officer did not hear the unhappy girl calling him； he was too far away。
But the poor deaf man heard。 A profound sigh heaved his breast； he turned round； his heart was swollen with all the tears which he was swallowing； his convulsively…clenched fists struck against his head； and when he withdrew them there was a bunch of red hair in each hand。
The gypsy paid no heed to him。 He said in a low voice as he gnashed his teeth；
〃Damnation！ That is what one should be like！ 'Tis only necessary to be handsome on the outside！〃
Meanwhile； she remained kneeling； and cried with extraor… dinary agitation； 〃Oh！ there he is alighting from his horse！ He is about to enter that house！Phoebus！He does not hear me！ Phoebus！How wicked that woman is to speak to him at the same time with me！ Phoebus！ Phoebus！〃
The deaf man gazed at her。 He understood this pantomime。 The poor bellringer's eye filled with tears； but he let none fall。 All at once he pulled her gently by the border of her sleeve。 She turned round。 He had assumed a tranquil air； he said to her；
〃Would you like to have me bring him to you？〃
She uttered a cry of joy。
〃Oh！ go！ hasten！ run！ quick！ that captain！ that captain！ bring him to me！ I will love you for it！〃
She clasped his knees。 He could not refrain from shaking his head sadly。
〃I will bring him to you；〃 he said； in a weak voice。 Then he turned his head and plunged down the staircase with great strides； stifling with sobs。
When he reached the Place； he no longer saw anything except the handsome horse hitched at the door of the Gondelaurier house； the captain had just entered there。
He raised his eyes to the roof of the church。 La Esmeralda was there in the same spot； in the same attitude。 He made her a sad sign with his head； then he planted his back against one of the stone posts of the Gondelaurier porch； determined to wait until the captain should come forth。
In the Gondelaurier house it was one of those gala days which precede a wedding。 Quasimodo beheld many people enter； but no one come out。 He cast a glance towards the roof from time to time； the gypsy did not stir any more than himself。 A groom came and unhitched the horse and led it to the stable of the house。
The entire day passed thus； Quasimodo at his post； la Esmeralda on the roof； Phoebus； no doubt； at the feet of Fleur…de…Lys。
At length night came； a moonless night； a dark night。 Quasimodo fixed his gaze in vain upon la Esmeralda； soon she was no more than a whiteness amid the twilight； then nothing。 All was effaced； all was black。
Quasimodo beheld the front windows from top to bottom of the Gondelaurier mansion illuminated； he saw the other casements in the Place lighted one by one； he also saw them extinguished to the very last； for he remained the whole evening at his post。 The officer did not come forth。 When the last passers…by had returned home； when the windows of all the other houses were extinguished； Quasimodo was left entirely alone； entirely in the dark。 There were at that time no lamps in the square before Notre…Dame。
Meanwhile； the windows of the Gondelaurier mansion remained lighted； even after midnight。 Quasimodo； motionless and attentive； beheld a throng of lively； dancing shadows pass athwart the many…colored painted panes。 Had he not been deaf； he would have heard more and more distinctly； in proportion as the noise of sleeping Paris died away； a sound of feasting； laughter； and music in the Gondelaurier mansion。
Towards one o'clock in the morning； the guests began to take their leave。 Quasimodo； shrouded in darkness watched them all pass out through the porch illuminated with torches。 None of them was the captain。
He was filled with sad thoughts； at times he looked upwards into the air； like a person who is weary of waiting。 Great black clouds； heavy； torn； split； hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry dome of night。 One would have pronounced them spiders' webs of the vault of heaven。
In one of these moments he suddenly beheld the long window on the balcony； whose stone balustrade projected above his head； open mysteriously。 The frail glass door gave passage to two persons； and closed noiselessly behind them； it was a man and a woman。
It was not without difficulty that Quasimodo succeeded in recognizing in the man the handsome captain； in the woman the young lady whom he had seen welcome the officer in the morning from that very balcony。 The place was perfectly dark； and a double crimson curtain which had fallen across the door the very moment it closed again； allowed no light to reach the balcony from the apartment。
The young man and the young girl； so far as our deaf man could judge； without hearing a single one of their words； appeared to abandon themselves to a very tender tête…a…tête。 The young girl seemed to have allowed the officer to make a girdle for her of his arm； and gently repulsed a kiss。
Quasimodo looked on from below at this scene which was all the more pleasing to witness because it was not meant to be seen。 He contemplated with bitterness that beauty； that happiness。 After all； nature was not dumb in the poor fellow； and his human sensibility； all maliciously contorted as it was； quivered no less than any other。 He thought of the miserable portion which Providence had allotted to him； that woman and the pleasure of love； would pass forever before his eyes； and that he should never do anything but behold the felicity of others。 But that which rent his heart most in this sight； that which mingled indignation with his anger； was the thought of what the gypsy
