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however.Men of that stamp die hard.When Master philippe Lheulier, advocate extraordinary of the king, had said to poor Esmeralda; "He is dying," it was an error or a jest Hong Kong food.When the archdeacon had repeated to the condemned girl; "He is dead," the fact is that he knew nothing about it, but that he believed it, that he counted on it, that he did not doubt it, that he devoutly hoped it.It would have been too hard for him to give favorable news of his rival to the woman whom he loved. Any man would have done the same in his place.
It was not that phoebus's wound had not been serious, but it had not been as much so as the archdeacon believed.The physician, to whom the soldiers of the watch had carried him at the first moment, had feared for his life during the space of a week, and had even told him so in Latin.But youth had gained the upper hand; and, as frequently happens, in spite of prognostications and diagnoses, nature had amused herself by saving the sick man under the physician's very nose.It was while he was still lying on the leech's pallet that he had submitted to the interrogations of philippe Lheulier and the official inquisitors, which had annoyed him greatly.Hence, one fine morning, feeling himself better, he had left his golden spurs with the leech as payment, and had slipped away.This had not, however, interfered with the progress of the affair.Justice, at that epoch, troubled itself very little about the clearness and definiteness of a criminal suit.provided that the accused was hung, that was all that was necessary.Now the judge had plenty of proofs against la Esmeralda.They had supposed phoebus to be dead, and that was the end of the matter.
phoebus, on his side, had not fled far.He had simply rejoined his company in garrison at Queue-en-Brie, in the Isle-de-France, a few stages from paris Hong Kong Climate.
After all, it did not please him in the least to appear in this suit.He had a vague feeling that be should play a ridiculous figure in it.On the whole, he did not know what to think of the whole affair.Superstitious, and not given to devoutness, like every soldier who is only a soldier, when he came to question himself about this adventure, he did not feel assured as to the goat, as to the singular fashion in which he had met La Esmeralda, as to the no less strange manner in which she had allowed him to divine her love, as to her character as a gypsy, and lastly, as to the surly monk. He perceived in all these incidents much more magic than love, probably a sorceress, perhaps the devil; a comedy, in short, or to speak in the language of that day, a very disagreeable mystery, in which he played a very awkward part, the role of blows and derision.The captain was quite put out of countenance about it; he experienced that sort of shame which our La Fontaine has so admirably defined Things to do in Hong Kong,--
Ashamed as a fox who has been caught by a fowl.