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Chapter 1

           Theyhadburieditforspiteintheearth,undertheepiscopalseatofMonsignor.See!thisisthedoorbywhichMonsignorpassestohishouse.Letuspassonquicklytoseethegargoylewindows."

           ButLeonhastilytooksomesilverfromhispocketandseizedEmma’sarm.Thebeadlestooddumfounded,notabletounderstandthisuntimelymunificencewhentherewerestillsomanythingsforthestrangertosee.Socallinghimback,hecried

           "Sir!sir!Thesteeple!thesteeple!"

           "No,thankyou!"saidLeon.

           "Youarewrong,sir!Itisfourhundredandfortyfeethigh,ninelessthanthegreatpyramidofEgypt.Itisallcast;it"

           Leonwasfleeing,foritseemedtohimthathislove,thatfornearlytwohoursnowhadbecomepetrifiedinthechurchlikethestones,wouldvanishlikeavapourthroughthatsortoftruncatedfunnel,ofoblongcage,ofopenchimneythatrisessogrotesquelyfromthecathedralliketheextravagantattemptofsomefantasticbrazier.

           "Butwherearewegoing?"shesaid.

           Makingnoanswer,hewalkedonwitharapidstep;andMadameBovarywasalready,dippingherfingerintheholywaterwhenbehindthemtheyheardapantingbreathinterruptedbytheregularsoundofacane.Leonturnedback.

           "Sir!"

           "Whatisit?"

           Andherecognisedthebeadle,holdingunderhisarmsandbalancingagainsthisstomachsometwentylargesewnvolumes.Theywereworks"whichtreatedofthecathedral."

           "Idiot!"growledLeon,rushingoutofthechurch.

           Aladwasplayingabouttheclose.

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