Page:Victor Hugo - Notre-Dame de Paris (tr. Hapgood, 1888).djvu/581

Then Quasimodo raised his eyes to the gypsy, whose body he beheld hanging from the gibbet, quivering far away beneath her white robe with the last shudderings of anguish, then he dropped them on the archdeacon, stretched out at the base of the tower, and no longer retaining the human form, and he said, with a sob which heaved his deep chest,—

"Oh! all that I have ever loved!"