In the course of time there had been formed a certain peculiarly intimate bond which united the ringer to the… — Victor Hugo
In the course of time there had been formed a certain peculiarly intimate bond which united the ringer to the church. Separated forever from the world, by the double fatality of his unknown birth and his natural deformity, imprisoned from his infancy in that impassable double circle, the poor wretch had grown used to seeing nothing in this world beyond the religious walls which had received him under their shadow. Notre-Dame had been to him successively, as he grew up and developed, the egg, the nest, the house, the country, the universe.
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When they tried to detach this skeleton from the one it embraced, it crumbled to dust.
Oh, why am I not of stone, like you?
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