Notre-Dame de Paris

went away dumbfounded, like a dog who has been offered a bone and given a stone.

who were listening in good faith

the lovers of bell ringing

Marie had a rival in the heart of the bellringer of Notre-Dame

Quasimodo was always there, nevertheless; what, then, had happened to him?

the cathedral seemed gloomy, and gladly remained silent

Now that spirit seemed to have departed

After the morning in the pillory, the neighbors of Notre-Dame thought they noticed that Quasimodo's ardor for ringing had grown cool.

A man was, in truth, leaning on the balustrade which surmounted the northern tower, looking on the Grève. He was a priest.

the summit of the towers of Notre-Dame, "who is that black man up yonder?"