Notre Dame De Paris免費全文_維克多·雨果 or_在線閲讀無廣告

but a

moment

before

seemed to

vanish

beneath

the

fantastic

weavings

of her

dances，the

archdeacon

now beheld

only the

red and

yellow

man；who，in

order to

earn an

honest

penny in

his

turn，was

parading

round the

circle，his

arms

akimbo，his

head

thrown

back，very

red in the

face，and

balancing

a chair

between

his

teeth.on

this chair

he had

fastened a

cat which

a woman in

the crowd

had lent

him，and

which was

swearing

with

fright.