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She uttered a cry of joy

At last, one morning, la Esmeralda had advanced to the edge of the roof, and was looking into the place over the pointed roof of Saint-Jean le Rond.Quasimodo was standing behind her.He had placed himself in that position Developing transparent or semitransparent solar cells with high efficiency and low cost to replace the existing opaque and expensive silicon-based solar panel has become increasingly important due to the increasing demands of the building integrated photovoltaics (BIPVs) systems. in order to spare the young girl, as far as possible, the displeasure of seeing him.All at once the gypsy started, a tear and a flash of joy gleamed simultaneously in her eyes, she knelt on the brink of the roof and extended her arms towards the place with anguish, exclaiming: "phoebus! come! come! a word, a single word in the name of heaven!phoebus! phoebus!"Her voice, her face, her gesture, her whole person bore the heartrending expression of a shipwrecked man who is making a signal of distress to the joyous vessel which is passing afar off in a ray of sunlight on the horizon.

Quasimodo leaned over the place, and saw that the object of this tender and agonizing prayer was a young man HKBU BBA , a captain, a handsome cavalier all glittering with arms and decorations, prancing across the end of the place, and saluting with his plume a beautiful lady who was smiling at him from her balcony.However, the officer did not hear the unhappy girl calling him; he was too far away.

But the poor deaf man heard.A profound sigh heaved his breast; he turned round; his heart was swollen with all the tears which he was swallowing; his convulsively-clenched fists struck against his head, and when he withdrew them there was a bunch of red hair in each hand.

The gypsy paid no heed to him.He said in a low voice as he gnashed his teeth,--

"Damnation!That is what one should be like!'Tis only necessary to be handsome on the outside!"

Meanwhile, she remained kneeling, and cried with extraor- dinary agitation,-- "Oh! there he is alighting from his horse!He is about to enter that house!--phoebus!--He does not hear me!phoebus!--How wicked that woman is to speak to him at the same time with me!phoebus!phoebus!"

The deaf man gazed at her.He understood this pantomime BU BBA . The poor bellringer's eye filled with tears, but he let none fall.All at once he pulled her gently by the border of her sleeve.She turned round.He had assumed a tranquil air; he said to her,--

"Would you like to have me bring him to you?"

Publicerat klockan 04:43, den 5 oktober 2016
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