The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Book 8 Chapter 4 Page 16

She made no reply.

“Do I inspire you with horror?” he repeated.

Her lips contracted, as though with a smile.

“Yes,” said she, “the headsman scoffs at the condemned. Here he has been pursuing me, threatening me, terrifying me for months! Had it not been for him, my God, how happy it should have been! It was he who cast me into this abyss! Oh heavens! it was he who killed him!

my Phoebus!”

Here, bursting into sobs, and raising her eyes to the priest, —

“Oh! wretch, who are you? What have I done to you?

Do you then, hate me so? Alas! what have you against me?”