Собор Парижской богоматери / Notre-Dame de Paris - стр. 11
Quasimodo rose and walked in front of him.
Both were allowed to plunge into a dark and narrow street, where no one dared to go after them.
Chapter III
The Inconveniences of Following a Pretty Woman through the Streets in the Evening
Gringoire set out to follow the gypsy at all hazards. He had seen her, accompanied by her goat, take to the Rue de la Coutellerie.
“Why not?” he said to himself.
He walked along, very thoughtfully, behind the young girl. She hastened her pace and made her goat trot.
“After all,” he half thought to himself, “she must lodge somewhere; gypsies have kind hearts. Who knows?—”
The streets were becoming blacker and more deserted every moment. The curfew had sounded long ago. Gringoire had become involved, in his pursuit of the gypsy, in the labyrinth of alleys, squares, and closed courts.
The young girl’s attention had been attracted to him for the last few moments; she had repeatedly turned her head towards him with uneasiness.
He dropped his head, began to count the paving-stones, and tried to follow the young girl at a little greater distance, when, at the turn of a street, which had caused him to lose sight of her, he heard her utter a piercing cry.
He hastened his steps.
The street was full of shadows. Nevertheless, he saw the gypsy struggling in the arms of two men. The poor little goat, in great alarm, lowered his horns and bleated.
“Help! Gentlemen of the watch