She had barely finished when she beheld Quasimodo returning. He carried a basket under one arm and a mattress under the other.

In the basket there was a bottle, bread, and some provisions. He set the basket on the floor and said, “Eat!” He spread the mattress on the flagging and said, “Sleep.”

It was his own repast, it was his own bed, which the bellringer had gone in search of.

The gypsy raised her eyes to thank him, but she could not articulate a word. She dropped her head with a quiver of terror.

Then he said to her. —

“I frighten you. I am very ugly, am I not? Do not look at me; only listen to me. During the day you will remain here; at night