Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 edition. Excerpt: ... Quasimodo, nevertheless, looked in from time to time on the succeeding days. She strove as much as she could to conceal her aversion when he brought her the basket of provisions or the pitcher of water; but he was sure to perceive the slightest movement of that kind, and then he went sorrowfully aWay. One day he came just at the moment when she was fondling Djali For .a while he stood full of thought before the graceful group of the goat and the Egyptian. At length, DEGREES shaking his huge, misshapen \ead: "My misfortune," said* he, " is that 1 am too much like a human creature. Would to God that 1 had been a downright beast, like that goat!" She cast on him a look of astonishment. "Oh!" he replied to that look--" well do 1 know why," and immediately retired. Another time, when he came to the door of the cell, which he never entered, La Esmeralda was singing an old Spanish ballad: she knew not the meaning of the words, but it dwelt upon her ear because the Bohemian women had lulled her with it when quite a child. At the abrupt appearance of that ugly face the damsel stopped short, with an involuntary start, in the middle of her song. The unhappy bell-ringer dropped upon his knees at the threshold of the door, and with a beseeching look clasped his clumsy, shapeless hands. "Oh!" said he, sorrowfully, "go on, I pray you, and drive me not away." Not wishing to vex him, the trembling girl continued the ballad. By degrees her alarm subsided, and she gave herself up entirely to the impression of the melancholy tune which she was singing; while he remained upon his kneeB, with his hands joined as in prayer, scarcely breathing, his look intently fixed on the sparkling orbs of the Bohemian. You would have said that he was listening to her song with his...