CHAPTER 2. HUNCHBACKED, ONE EYED, LAME.
He gazed at her with anxiety, as though seeking to divine
what she was saying to him. She repeated her question.
Then he gave her a profoundly sorrowful glance and fled.
She was astonished.
A few moments later he returned, bearing a package which
he cast at her feet. It was clothing which some charitable
women had left on the threshold of the church for her.
Then she dropped her eyes upon herself and saw that she
was almost naked, and blushed. Life had returned.
Quasimodo appeared to experience something of this modesty.
He covered his eyes with his large hand and retired
once more, but slowly.
She made haste to dress herself. The robe was a white
one with a white veil,--the garb of a novice of the Hôtel-Dien.
She had barely finished when she beheld Quasimodo returning.
He carried a basket under one arm and a mattress under
the other. In the basket there was a bottle, bread, and some
provisions. He set the basket on the floor and said, "Eat!"
He spread the mattress on the flagging and said, "Sleep."
It was his own repast, it was his own bed, which the bellringer
had gone in search of.
The gypsy raised her eyes to thank him, but she could not
articulate a word. She dropped her head with a quiver of terror.
Then he said to her. -
"I frighten you. I am very ugly, am I not? Do not look
at me; only listen to me. During the day you will remain
here; at night you can walk all over the church. But do not
leave the church either by day or by night. You would be
lost. They would kill you, and I should die."
She was touched and raised her head to answer him. He
had disappeared. She found herself alone once more, meditating
upon the singular words of this almost monstrous being,
and struck by the sound of his voice, which was so hoarse yet