ghted with a few candles gleaming afar off on the principal altar； opened in the midst of the Place which was dazzling with light； like the mouth of a cavern。 At the very extremity； in the gloom of the apse； a gigantic silver cross was visible against a black drapery which hung from the vault to the pavement。 The whole nave was deserted。 But a few heads of priests could be seen moving confusedly in the distant choir stalls； and； at the moment when the great door opened； there escaped from the church a loud； solemn； and monotonous chanting； which cast over the head of the condemned girl； in gusts； fragments of melancholy psalms；
〃~Non timebo millia populi circumdantis me： exsurge； Domine； salvum me fac； Deus~！〃
〃~Salvum me fac； Deus； quoniam intraverunt aquoe usque ad animam meam~。
〃~Infixus sum in limo profundi； et non est substantia~。〃
At the same time； another voice； separate from the choir； intoned upon the steps of the chief altar； this melancholy offertory；…
〃~Qui verbum meum audit； et credit ei qui misit me； habet vitam oeternam et in judicium non venit； sed transit a morte im vitam~*。〃
* 〃He that heareth my word and believeth on Him that sent me； hath eternal life； and hath not come into condemnation； but is passed from death to life。〃
This chant； which a few old men buried in the gloom sang from afar over that beautiful creature； full of youth and life； caressed by the warm air of spring； inundated with sunlight was the mass for the dead。
The people listened devoutly。
The unhappy girl seemed to lose her sight and her consciousness in the obscure interior of the church。 Her white lips moved as though in prayer； and the headsman's assistant who approached to assist her to alight from the cart； heard her repeating this word in a low tone；〃Phoebus。〃
They untied her hands； made her alight； accompanied by her goat； which had also been unbound； and which bleated with joy at finding itself free： and they made her walk barefoot on the hard pavement to the foot of the steps leading to the door。 The rope about her neck trailed behind her。 One would have said it was a serpent following her。
Then the chanting in the church ceased。 A great golden cross and a row of wax candles began to move through the gloom。 The halberds of the motley beadles clanked； and； a few moments later； a long procession of priests in chasubles； and deacons in dalmatics； marched gravely towards the condemned girl； as they drawled their song； spread out before her view and that of the crowd。 But her glance rested on the one who marched at the head； immediately after the cross…bearer。
〃Oh！〃 she said in a low voice； and with a shudder； 〃'tis he again！ the priest！〃
It was in fact； the archdeacon。 On his left he had the sub… chanter； on his right； the chanter； armed with his official wand。 He advanced with head thrown back； his eyes fixed and wide open； intoning in a strong voice；
〃~De ventre inferi clamavi； et exaudisti vocem meam~。
〃~Et projecisti me in profundum in corde mans； et flumem circumdedit me~*。〃
* 〃Out of the belly of hell cried I； and thou heardest my voice。 For thou hadst cast me into the deep in the midst of the seas； and the floods compassed me about。〃
At the moment when he made his appearance in the full daylight beneath the lofty arched portal； enveloped in an ample cope of silver barred with a black cross； he was so pale that more than one person in the crowd thought that one of the marble bishops who knelt on the sepulchral stones of the choir had risen and was come to receive upon the brink of the tomb； the woman who was about to die。
She； no less pale； no less like a statue； had hardly noticed that they had placed in her hand a heavy； lighted candle of yellow wax； she had not heard the yelping voice of the clerk reading the fatal contents of the apology； when they told her to respond with Amen； she responded Amen。 She only recovered life and force when she beheld the priest make a sign to her guards to withdraw； and himself advance alone towards her。
Then she felt her blood boil in her head； and a remnant of indignation flashed up in that soul already benumbed and cold。
The archdeacon approached her slowly； even in that extremity； she beheld him cast an eye sparkling with sensuality； jealousy； and desire； over her exposed form。 Then he said aloud；
〃Young girl； have you asked God's pardon for your faults and shortcomings？〃
He bent down to her ear； and added （the spectators supposed that he was receiving her last confession）： 〃Will you have me？ I can still save you！〃
She looked intently at him： 〃Begone； demon； or I will denounce you！〃
He gave vent to a horrible smile： 〃You will not be believed。 You will only add a scandal to a crime。 Reply quickly！ Will you have me？〃
〃What have you done with my Phoebus？〃
〃He is dead！〃 said the priest。
At that moment the wretched archdeacon raised his head mechanically and beheld at the other end of the Place； in the balcony of the Gondelaurier mansion； the captain standing beside Fleur…de…Lys。 He staggered； passed his hand across his eyes； looked again； muttered a curse； and all his features were violently contorted。
〃Well； die then！〃 he hissed between his teeth。 〃No one shall have you。〃 Then； raising his hand over the gypsy； he exclaimed in a funereal voice：〃~I nunc； anima anceps； et sit tibi Deus misenicors~！〃*
* 〃Go now； soul； trembling in the balance； and God have mercy upon thee。〃
This was the dread formula with which it was the custom to conclude these gloomy ceremonies。 It was the signal agreed upon between the priest and the executioner。
The crowd knelt。
〃~Kyrie eleison~；〃* said the priests； who had remained beneath the arch of the portal。
* 〃Lord have mercy upon us。〃
〃~Kyrie eleison~；〃 repeated the throng in that murmur which runs over all heads； like the waves of a troubled sea。
〃Amen；〃 said the archdeacon。
He turned his back on the condemned girl； his head sank upon his breast once more； he crossed his hands and rejoined his escort of priests； and a moment later he was seen to disappear； with the cross； the candles； and the copes； beneath the misty arches of the cathedral； and his sonorous voice was extinguished by degrees in the choir； as he chanted this verse of despair；
〃~Omnes gurgites tui et fluctus tui super me transierunt。〃*
* 〃All thy waves and thy billows have gone over me。〃
At the same time； the intermittent clash of the iron butts of the beadles' halberds； gradually dying away among the columns of the nave； produced the effect of a clock hammer striking the last hour of the condemned。
The doors of Notre…Dame remained open； allowing a view of the empty desolate church； draped in mourning； without candles； and without voices。
The condemned girl remained motionless in her place； waiting to be disposed of。 One of the sergeants of police was obliged to notify Master Charmolue of the fact； as the latter； during this entire scene； had been engaged in studying the bas…relief of the grand portal which represents； according to some； the sacrifice of Abraham； according to others； the philosopher's alchemical operation： the sun being figured forth by the angel； the fire； by the fagot； the artisan； by Abraham。
There was considerable difficulty in drawing him away from that contemplation； but at length he turned round； and； at a signal which he gave； two men clad in yellow； the executioner's assistants； approached the gypsy to bind her hands once more。
The unhappy creature； at the moment of mounting once again the fatal cart； and proceeding to her last halting…place； was seized； possibly； with some poignant clinging to life。 She raised her dry； red eyes to heaven； to the sun； to the silvery clouds； cut here and there by a blue trapezium or triangle； then she lowered them to objects around her； to the earth； the throng； the houses； all at once； while the yellow man was binding her elbows； she uttered a terrible cry； a cry of joy。 Yonder； on that balcony； at the corner of the Place； she had just caught sight of him； of her friend； her lord； Phoebus； the other apparition of her life！
The judge had lied！ the priest had lied！ it was certainly he； she could not doubt it； he was there； handsome； alive； dressed in his brilliant uniform； his plume on his head； his sword by his side！
〃Phoebus！〃 she cried； 〃my Phoebus！〃
And she tried to stretch towards him arms trembling with love and rapture； but they were bound。
Then she saw the captain frown； a beautiful young girl who was leaning against him gazed at him with disdainful lips and irritated eyes； then Phoebus uttered some words which did not reach her； and both disappeared precipitately behind the window opening upon the balcony； which closed after them。
〃Phoebus！〃 she cried wildly； 〃can it be you believe it？〃 A monstrous thought had just presented itself to her。 She remembered that she had been condemned to death for murder committed on the person of Phoebus de Chateaupers。
She had borne up until that moment。 But this last blow was too harsh。 She fell lifeless on the pavement。
〃Come；〃 said Charmolue； 〃carry her to the cart； and make an end of it。〃
No one had yet observed in the gallery of the statues of the kings； carved directly above the arches of the portal； a strange spectator； who had； up to that time； observed everything with such impassiveness； with a neck so strained； a visage so hideous that； in his motley accoutrement of red and violet； he might have been taken for one of those stone monsters through whose mouths the long gutters of the cathedral have discharged their waters for six hundred years。 This spectator had missed nothing that had taken place since midday in front of the portal of Notre…Dame。 And at the very beginning he had securely fastened to one of the small columns a large knotted rope； one end of which trailed on the flight of steps below。 This being done； he began to look on tranquilly； whistling from time to time when a blackbird flitted past。 Suddenly； at the moment when the superintendent's assistants were preparing to execute Charmolue's phlegmatic order； he threw his leg over the balustrade of the gallery； seized the rope with his feet； his kne