pressing
in ever
tightening
coils
round
about
notre-dame.but
in all
that great
city the
archdeacon
beheld but
one
spot—the
place du
parvis；and
in that
crowd but
one
figure—that
of the
gipsy
girl. it
would have
been
difficult
to analyze
the nature
of that
gaze，or to
say whence
sprang the
flame that
blazed in
it.his
eyes were
fixed and
yet full
of anguish
and
unrest；and
from the
profound
immobility
of his
whole
body，only
faintly
agitated
now and
