m rather than to have afflicted her. He had kept all the pain to
himself.

From that day forth, the gypsy no longer saw him. He ceased to come to
her cell. At the most she occasionally caught a glimpse at the summit of
the towers, of the bellringer's face turned sadly to her. But as soon as
she perceived him, he disappeared.

We must admit that she was not much grieved by this voluntary absence
on the part of the poor hunchback. At the bottom of her heart she was
grateful to him for it. Moreover, Quasimodo did not deceive himself on
this point.

She no longer saw him, but she felt the presence of a good genius about
her. Her provisions were replenished by an invisible hand during her
slumbers. One morning she found a cage of birds on her window. There
was a piece of sculpture above her window which frightened her. She had
shown this more than once in Quasimodo's presence. One morning, for
all these things happened at night, she no longer saw it, it had been
broken. The person who had climbed up to that carving must have risked
his life.

Sometimes, in the evening, she heard a voice, concealed beneath the wind
screen of the bell tower, singing a sad, strange song, as though to lull
her to sleep. The lines were unrhymed, such as a deaf person can make.

_Ne regarde pas la figure,
Jeune fille, regarde le coeur.
Le coeur d'un beau jeune homme est souvent difforme.
Il y a des coeurs ou l'amour ne se conserve pas_.

_Jeune fille, le sapin n'est pas beau,
N'est pas beau comme le peuplier,
Mais il garde son feuillage l'hiver_.

_Helas! a quoi bon dire cela?
Ce qui n'est pas beau a tort d'etre;
La beaute n'aime que la beaute,
Avril tourne le dos a Janvier_.

_La beaute est parfaite,
La beaute peut tout,
La beaute est la seule chose qui n'existe pas a demi_.

_Le corbeau ne vole que le jour,
Le hibou ne vole que la nuit,
Le cygne vole la nuit et le jour_.*

* Look not at the face, young girl, look at the heart. The
heart of a handsome young man is often deformed. There are hearts in
which love does not keep. Young girl, the pine is not beautiful; it is
not beautiful like the poplar, but it keeps its foliage in winter. Alas!
What is the use of saying that? That which is not beautiful has no right
to exist; beauty loves only beauty; April turns her back on