the hunchback of notre dame-第62部分
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The captain； emboldened by her gentleness； clasped her waist without resistance； then began softly to unlace the poor child's corsage； and disarranged her tucker to such an extent that the panting priest beheld the gypsy's beautiful shoulder emerge from the gauze； as round and brown as the moon rising through the mists of the horizon。
The young girl allowed Phoebus to have his way。 She did not appear to perceive it。 The eye of the bold captain flashed。
Suddenly she turned towards him；
〃Phoebus；〃 she said； with an expression of infinite love； 〃instruct me in thy religion。〃
〃My religion！〃 exclaimed the captain； bursting with laughter； 〃I instruct you in my religion！ ~Corne et tonnerre~！ What do you want with my religion？〃
〃In order that we may be married；〃 she replied。
The captain's face assumed an expression of mingled surprise and disdain； of carelessness and libertine passion。
〃Ah； bah！〃 said he； 〃do people marry？〃
The Bohemian turned pale； and her head drooped sadly on her breast。
〃My beautiful love；〃 resumed Phoebus； tenderly； 〃what nonsense is this？ A great thing is marriage； truly！ one is none the less loving for not having spit Latin into a priest's shop！〃
While speaking thus in his softest voice； he approached extremely near the gypsy； his caressing hands resumed their place around her supple and delicate waist； his eye flashed more and more； and everything announced that Monsieur Phoebus was on the verge of one of those moments when Jupiter himself commits so many follies that Homer is obliged to summon a cloud to his rescue。
But Dom Claude saw everything。 The door was made of thoroughly rotten cask staves； which left large apertures for the passage of his hawklike gaze。 This brown…skinned； broad… shouldered priest； hitherto condemned to the austere virginity of the cloister； was quivering and boiling in the presence of this night scene of love and voluptuousness。 This young and beautiful girl given over in disarray to the ardent young man； made melted lead flow in his…veins； his eyes darted with sensual jealousy beneath all those loosened pins。 Any one who could； at that moment； have seen the face of the unhappy man glued to the wormeaten bars； would have thought that he beheld the face of a tiger glaring from the depths of a cage at some jackal devouring a gazelle。 His eye shone like a candle through the cracks of the door。
All at once； Phoebus； with a rapid gesture； removed the gypsy's gorgerette。 The poor child； who had remained pale and dreamy； awoke with a start； she recoiled hastily from the enterprising officer； and； casting a glance at her bare neck and shoulders； red； confused； mute with shame； she crossed her two beautiful arms on her breast to conceal it。 Had it not been for the flame which burned in her cheeks； at the sight of her so silent and motionless； one would have。 declared her a statue of Modesty。 Her eyes were lowered。
But the captain's gesture had revealed the mysterious amulet which she wore about her neck。
〃What is that？〃 he said； seizing this pretext to approach once more the beautiful creature whom he had just alarmed。
〃Don't touch it！〃 she replied； quickly； 〃'tis my guardian。 It will make me find my family again； if I remain worthy to do so。 Oh； leave me； monsieur le capitaine！ My mother！ My poor mother！ My mother！ Where art thou？ Come to my rescue！ Have pity； Monsieur Phoebus； give me back my gorgerette！〃
Phoebus retreated amid said in a cold tone；
〃Oh； mademoiselle！ I see plainly that you do not love me！〃
〃I do not love him！〃 exclaimed the unhappy child； and at the same time she clung to the captain； whom she drew to a seat beside her。 〃I do not love thee； my Phoebus？ What art thou saying； wicked man； to break my heart？ Oh； take me！ take all！ do what you will with me； I am thine。 What matters to me the amulet！ What matters to me my mother！ 'Tis thou who art my mother since I love thee！ Phoebus； my beloved Phoebus； dost thou see me？ 'Tis I。 Look at me； 'tis the little one whom thou wilt surely not repulse； who comes； who comes herself to seek thee。 My soul； my life； my body； my person； all is one thingwhich is thine； my captain。 Well； no！ We will not marry； since that displeases thee； and then； what am I？ a miserable girl of the gutters； whilst thou； my Phoebus； art a gentleman。 A fine thing； truly！ A dancer wed an officer！ I was mad。 No； Phoebus； no； I will be thy mistress； thy amusement； thy pleasure； when thou wilt； a girl who shall belong to thee。 I was only made for that； soiled； despised； dishonored； but what matters it？beloved。 I shall be the proudest and the most joyous of women。 And when I grow old or ugly； Phoebus； when I am no longer good to love you； you will suffer me to serve you still。 Others will embroider scarfs for you； 'tis I； the servant； who will care for them。 You will let me polish your spurs； brush your doublet； dust your riding…boots。 You will have that pity； will you not； Phoebus？ Meanwhile； take me！ here； Phoebus； all this belongs to thee； only love me！ We gypsies need only air and love。〃
So saying； she threw her arms round the officer's neck； she looked up at him； supplicatingly； with a beautiful smile； and all in tears。 Her delicate neck rubbed against his cloth doublet with its rough embroideries。 She writhed on her knees； her beautiful body half naked。 The intoxicated captain pressed his ardent lips to those lovely African shoulders。 The young girl； her eyes bent on the ceiling； as she leaned backwards； quivered； all palpitating； beneath this kiss。
All at once； above Phoebus's head she beheld another head； a green； livid； convulsed face； with the look of a lost soul； near this face was a hand grasping a poniard。It was the face and hand of the priest； he had broken the door and he was there。 Phoebus could not see him。 The young girl remained motionless； frozen with terror； dumb； beneath that terrible apparition； like a dove which should raise its head at the moment when the hawk is gazing into her nest with its round eyes。
She could not even utter a cry。 She saw the poniard descend upon Phoebus； and rise again； reeking。
〃Maledictions！〃 said the captain； and fell。
She fainted。
At the moment when her eyes closed； when all feeling vanished in her； she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted upon her lips； a kiss more burning than the red…hot iron of the executioner。
When she recovered her senses； she was surrounded by soldiers of the watch they were carrying away the captain； bathed in his blood the priest had disappeared； the window at the back of the room which opened on the river was wide open； they picked up a cloak which they supposed to belong to the officer and she heard them saying around her；
〃'Tis a sorceress who has stabbed a captain。〃
BOOK EIGHTH。
CHAPTER I。
THE CROWN CHANGED INTO A DRY LEAF。
Gringoire and the entire Court of Miracles were suffering mortal anxiety。 For a whole month they had not known what had become of la Esmeralda； which greatly pained the Duke of Egypt and his friends the vagabonds； nor what had become of the goat； which redoubled Gringoire's grief。 One evening the gypsy had disappeared； and since that time had given no signs of life。 All search had proved fruitless。 Some tormenting bootblacks had told Gringoire about meeting her that same evening near the Pont Saint…Michel； going off with an officer； but this husband； after the fashion of Bohemia； was an incredulous philosopher； and besides； he； better than any one else； knew to what a point his wife was virginal。 He had been able to form a judgment as to the unconquerable modesty resulting from the combined virtues of the amulet and the gypsy； and he had mathematically calculated the resistance of that chastity to the second power。 Accordingly； he was at ease on that score。
Still he could not understand this disappearance。 It was a profound sorrow。 He would have grown thin over it； had that been possible。 He had forgotten everything； even his literary tastes； even his great work； ~De figuris regularibus et irregularibus~； which it was his intention to have printed with the first money which he should procure （for he had raved over printing； ever since he had seen the 〃Didascalon〃 of Hugues de Saint Victor； printed with the celebrated characters of Vindelin de Spire）。
One day； as he was passing sadly before the criminal Tournelle； he perceived a considerable crowd at one of the gates of the Palais de Justice。
〃What is this？〃 he inquired of a young man who was coming out。
〃I know not； sir；〃 replied the young man。 〃'Tis said that they are trying a woman who hath assassinated a gendarme。 It appears that there is sorcery at the bottom of it； the archbishop and the official have intervened in the case； and my brother； who is the archdeacon of Josas； can think of nothing else。 Now； I wished to speak with him； but I have not been able to reach him because of the throng； which vexes me greatly； as I stand in need of money。〃
〃Alas！ sir；〃 said Gringoire； 〃I would that I could lend you some； but； my breeches are worn to holes； and 'tis not crowns which have done it。〃
He dared not tell the young man that he was acquainted with his brother the archdeacon； to whom he had not returned after the scene in the church； a negligence which embarrassed him。
The scholar went his way； and Gringoire set out to follow the crowd which was mounting the staircase of the great chamber。 In his opinion； there was nothing like the spectacle of a criminal process for dissipating melancholy； so exhilaratingly stupid are judges as a rule。 The populace which he had joined walked and elbowed in silence。 After a slow and tiresome march through a long； gloomy corridor； which wound through the court…house like the intestinal canal of the ancient edifice； he arrived near a low door； opening upon a hall which his lofty stature permitted him to survey with a glance over the waving heads of the rabble。
The hall was vast and gloomy； which latter fact made it appear still more spacious。 The day was declining； the long； pointed windows permitted only a pale ray of light to enter； which was extinguished before it reached the vaulted ceiling
