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It was evident that everything within her was broken. "Write, clerk," said Charmolue. And, addressing the torturers, "Release the prisoner, and take her back to the court." When the prisoner had been "unbooted," the procurator of the ecclesiastical court examined her foot, which was still swollen with pain. "Come," said he, "there's no great harm done. You shrieked in good season.
It will be remembered that our gallant officer had retired with Fleur-de-Lys several moments before Quasimodo had rescued the condemned girl from the hands of Charmolue.
Charmolue took from the table the gypsy's tambourine, and presenting it to the goat, in a certain manner, asked the latter, "What o'clock is it?" The goat looked at it with an intelligent eye, raised its gilded hoof, and struck seven blows. It was, in fact, seven o'clock. A movement of terror ran through the crowd. Gringoire could not endure it.
Master Jacques! Master Jacques! let the spider work its will!" "I assure you," said Charmolue, who was gazing at him without comprehending him, "that I will not touch it. But release my arm, master, for pity's sake! You have a hand like a pair of pincers." The archdeacon did not hear him. "Oh, madman!" he went on, without removing his gaze from the window.
He advanced a few paces, and caught sight of the two screech owls, that is to say, Dom Claude and Master Jacques Charmolue, absorbed in contemplation before a carving on the facade. He approached them on tiptoe, and heard the archdeacon say in a low tone to Charmolue: "'Twas Guillaume de Paris who caused a Job to be carved upon this stone of the hue of lapis-lazuli, gilded on the edges.
I have my suspicions of it," said Jacques Charmolue. "But one must practise a bit of hermetic science when one is only procurator of the king in the ecclesiastical court, at thirty crowns tournois a year. Only speak low." At that moment the sound of jaws in the act of mastication, which proceeded from beneath the furnace, struck Charmolue's uneasy ear. "What's that?" he inquired.
Jacques Charmolue recalled him wholly to a sense of reality by addressing to him this question: "Come, now, master, when will you come to aid me in making gold? I am impatient to succeed." The archdeacon shook his head, with a bitter smile. "Master Jacques read Michel Psellus' 'Dialogus de Energia et Operatione Daemonum. What we are doing is not wholly innocent." "Speak lower, master!
Charmolue, following the direction of his glance, perceived that it was fixed mechanically on the great spider's web which draped the window. At that moment, a bewildered fly which was seeking the March sun, flung itself through the net and became entangled there.
"And that crocodile on the right?" "Master Philippe Lheulier, advocate extraordinary of the king." "And that big, black tom-cat on the left?" "Master Jacques Charmolue, procurator of the king in the Ecclesiastical Court, with the gentlemen of the officialty." "Come now, monsieur," said Gringoire, "pray what are all those fine fellows doing yonder?" "They are judging." "Judging whom?
She felt the terrible images which had so long persecuted her, gradually departing. All the hideous phantoms, Pierrat Torterue, Jacques Charmolue, were effaced from her mind, all, even the priest. And then, Phoebus was alive; she was sure of it, she had seen him. To her the fact of Phoebus being alive was everything.
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