UNPOPULARITY.
The and the bellringer, as we have already said, were but little loved by the great and small, in the of the cathedral. When Claude and Quasimodo out together, which happened, and when they were in company, the the master, the cold, narrow, and of the of Notre-Dame, more than one word, more than one quaver, more than one them on their way, unless Claude Frollo, which was the case, walked with and raised, his and almost to the jeerers.
Both were in their like “the poets” of Régnier speaks,—
“All of after poets,
As after owls.”
Sometimes a child his skin and for the of a pin into Quasimodo’s hump. Again, a girl, more and saucy than was fitting, the priest’s black robe, in his the ditty, “niche, niche, the is caught.” Sometimes a group of old crones, in a file under the of the steps to a porch, as the and the passed, and them this welcome, with a curse: “Hum! there’s a is like the other one’s body!” Or a of and urchins, playing hop-scotch, rose in a and him classically, with some in Latin: “Eia! eia! Claudius claudo!”
But the passed by the and the bellringer. Quasimodo was too to all these things, and Claude was too dreamy.
BOOK FIFTH.
