Chapter 11 Five troubles ensued

Gringoire was thrown into a coma, and had been lying in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary at the corner of the street, slowly regaining consciousness.At first, I felt light and drowsy for a while, half asleep, but not without a sweet feeling. I saw the two light faces of the gypsy girl and the she-goat intertwined with Quasimodo's heavy fist. .This situation passed quickly.The part of his body that was in contact with the road felt cold, and he woke up suddenly, refreshed.Suddenly, he thought: Where does this cold air come from?Only then did I realize that I almost fell into the gutter.

The hunchbacked Cyclops!He grunted under his breath and tried to get up.But my head was too dizzy and the fall was too heavy, so I had to lie still.Fortunately, his hands were still flexing and stretching freely, so he covered his nose and held back. The muddy waters of Paris, he thought (because he was sure the gutters would be his lodgings, unless dreaming, who lives here?) The muddy waters of Paris stink!It must contain volatile nitrates.Besides, this is Nicola.Lord Flamel [Note: Writer at the time, chemist (thought to be an alchemist at the time). ] and general alchemist's opinion The word alchemist suddenly reminded him of Archdeacon Claude.Come Frollo.He recalled the scene of violence which he had just glimpsed, the gypsy girl struggling between two men, Quasimodo having an accomplice, and the melancholy and haughty face of the archdeacon flashed in Gringoire's mind.He thought: This is really a bit strange!So, according to the known conditions, and on this basis, began to construct all kinds of hypothetical absurd mansions, which are purely paper-made castles of philosophers.Then, with a sudden shock, he came back to reality: Oops!I'm freezing to death!he cried out.

Indeed, the place was getting more and more intolerable.Every molecule of the ditch water robbed every molecule of the heat emitted by Gringoire's waist, and a balance was gradually established between his body temperature and the temperature of the gutter water, which was very unpleasant. Unexpectedly, another annoyance came to attack him. A group of children, those wild children who roam the streets of Paris with bare feet no matter the wind or rain, who have been called waifs since ancient times; that is, when we came out of school in the evening when we were young, and saw that our trousers were not torn, they messed with us all. The little savages who threw stones.At this time, such a group of little troublemakers swarmed like a swarm, completely ignoring whether the neighbors were sleeping or not, laughing and screaming, and ran towards the fork in the road where Gringoire was lying.Behind them dragged an inexplicable bag that was not a bag, and the mere sound of their wooden shoes would have awakened the dead.Gringoire was not quite dead yet, so he half straightened up.

Oh hello!Enakan.Dandyche!Oh hello!John.Pansbud!They yelled like hell, that old ironman around the corner, Eustache.Morpen had just died.We took his straw mat to light a bonfire and have fun.Isn't today the day to welcome the Flemish people! Just as they said, they walked up to Gringoire, but without seeing him, they threw the straw mat just on top of him.At the same time, a child grabbed a handful of straw and was going to borrow a light from the oil lamp burning under the statue of the Madonna. God!Am I not too hot now!Gringoire muttered. The crisis is extremely serious, he will be in the midst of fire and water!In a panic, like a fake money maker who was about to be thrown into the frying pan and struggling desperately, he used all his incredible strength to jump up, grabbed the straw mat and threw it at the urchins, then ran away.

Our Lady!The children screamed, the scumbag has come back to life! They also ran away in fright. That straw mat became the master of the battlefield for a while.Judge Papa Belforet, and Crozier, still say with certainty that the priest of the neighborhood picked up the mat with great ceremony the day after the accident and delivered it to the St. Kugo, from that day until 1789 [Note: The year of the French Revolution. ], the caretaker of the sanctuary made a considerable sum of money, because the statue of the Madonna at the corner of the Rue Morgonseil, on that unforgettable night of January 6, 1482, performed a feat and expelled it at once. The late Eustache.Morpen's ghost, who, in order to play a joke on the devil, hid his ghost in a straw mattress as a prank when he died.