Victor Marie Hugo (18021885). Notre Dame de Paris.
The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction. 1917.
V. End of the Wheaten Cake
ESMERALDA blanched and swayed as she descended the steps of the pillory, the voice of the recluse pursuing her as she went: Come down! come down! Ah, thou Egyptian thief, thou shalt yet return there again!
The Sachette is in one of her tantrums, murmured the people; but they went no further, for these women were feared, which made them sacred. In those days they were shy of attacking a person who prayed day and night.
Tis a shocking boy! said the mother, smiling fondly while she scolded. Look you, Oudarde, already at eats by himself all the cherries in our little orchard at Charlerange. So his grandfather predicts he will be a captain.Let me catch you at it again, Monsieur Eustache. Go, greedy lion!