Victor Hugo

C’est la vie vue de près.

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

Now that spirit seemed to have departed

the cathedral seemed gloomy, and gladly remained silent

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

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

the lovers of bell ringing

who were listening in good faith

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

voyageurs qui se retournent au milieu de leur chemin et cherchent à découvrir encore dans les plis brumeux de l'horizon le lieu d'où ils sont partis,