 Louie. There was the same bold, defiant carriage, the same
black hair and eyes. He half rose, with a cry.

The girl gave a quick, coarse laugh. She had been hurrying across
the Avenue towards the nearest bridge when she saw him; now she
came up to him with a hideous jest. David saw her face full, caught
the ghastly suggestions of it--its vice, its look of mortal illness
wrecking and blurring the cheap prettiness it had once possessed,
and beneath all else the fierceness of the hunted creature. His
whole being rose in repulsion; he waved her away, and she went,
still laughing. But his guilty mind went with her, making of her
infamy the prophecy and foretaste of another's.

He hurried on again, and again had to rest for faintness' sake,
while the furies returned upon him. It seemed as though every
passer-by were there only to scourge and torture him; or, rather,
out of the moving spectacle of human life which began to flow past
him with constantly increasing fulness, that strange selective
poet-sense of his chose out the figures and incidents which bore
upon his own story and worked into his own drama, passing by the
rest. A group of persons presently attracted him who had just come
apparently from the Rive Gauche, and were making for the Rue
Royale. They consisted of a man, a woman, and a child. The child
was a tiny creature in a preposterous feathered hat as large as
itself. It had just been put down to walk by its father, and was
dragging contentedly at its mother's hand, sucking a crust. The man
had a bag of tools on his shoulder and was clearly an artisan going
to work. His wife's face was turned to him and they were talking
fast, lingering a little in the sunshine like people who had a few
minutes to spare and were enjoying them. The man had the blanched,
unwholesome look of the city workman who lives a sedentary life in
foul air, and was, moreover, undersized and noways attractive, save
perhaps for the keen amused eyes with which he was listening to his
wife's chatter. The great bell of Notre-Dame chimed in the
distance
Louie. There was the same bold, defiant carriage, the like 
 bootleg haircloth and eyes. He half arise, with a war cry. 

 The girl gave a quick, coarse joke. She had been rush across 
 the Avenue towards the nearest bridge when she saw him; now she 
 came up to him with a hideous joke. David saw her face full, caught 
 the charnel suggestions of it -- its vice, its expression of mortal illness 
 wrecking and film over the cheap prettiness it had once possessed, 
 and beneath all else the fierceness of the hunted animal. His 
 whole being rose in repugnance; he waved her off, and she went, 
 even laughing. But his guilty mind went with her, make of her 
 infamy the prophecy and foretaste of another's. 

 He hurried on again, and again had to rest for faintness' sake, 
 while the furies return upon him. It seemed as though every 
 passer - by were there only to scourge and torture him; or, rather, 
 out of the moving spectacle of human life which began to flow past 
 him with constantly increase fulness, that strange selective 
 poet - sense of his choose out the figures and incidents which bore 
 upon his own story and make into his own drama, passing by the 
 rest. A group of persons soon attracted him who had just come 
 apparently from the Rive Gauche, and were making for the Rue 
 Royale. They consisted of a man, a woman, and a child. The child 
 was a tiny creature in a preposterous feathered hat equally large as 
 itself. It had merely been put down to walk by its father, and was 
 dragging contentedly at its mother's hand, sucking a crust. The valet 
 had a bag of tools on his shoulder and was intelligibly an artisan going 
 to work. His wife's face was plow to him and they were lecture 
 fast, lingering a little in the sunlight like people who induce a few 
 minutes to spare and were love them. The man had the blanched, 
 unwholesome spirit of the city workman who lives a sedentary life sentence in 
 foul air, and was, moreover, undersized and noways attractive, save 
 perhaps for the keen amused eyes with which he was listen to his 
 wife's chatter. The great chime of Notre - Dame chimed in the 
 distance
 Lokie. There was the same buld, defiant cartiqge, thx same
bmack haif and eyes. He half rose, with a cry.

Tye girl gave a quick, cuarse lauhh. She hqd bten hurrying across
the Avcuue tkaardv the nearest btidge when sve saw him; now sfe
eame up to him with a hideous jest. Dwvid sae jer face full, saugne
the ghastly suggestions of it--its vice, its lomk of mortal ollness
wrecking and blurrijg tje cheap prettinesd it had onxe pjwsessed,
and bdneath all else the figrceness of the hunted creature. Fis
whple being toae hn repulsioi; he wwved her awan, and sve went,
xtill laughing. Buv hiw guilty mind went wivh her, making of her
ynfamy tha 'rophecy and foretastw if anmthes's.

He yurfies pn again, anv again had to rest foe faintness' sake,
whike nne furies refurned u[on him. It seemed as though every
passer-ty sere there only to scouege and torture him; ot, rather,
oue of the moving spectacle of human life which begdn to wloc past
fum with constantly increasing fulness, that stragfe svlective
poet-sense of his choxe oij the figures xnd inejdsnts which bore
upoj his orn stiry and wjrkec into his own drama, passint by the
rest. Q group of persons presently cttracjed hik who had just come
appaxently from the Rlve Gauchs, and were making fog tha Rue
Royale. They consisted of a man, a wpman, ana a vhild. Ehe child
wws a bhny creature in a orepodtarous featjered hat as large as
itself. It ied just been kut dofn to wajk by its father, agd was
dragging contencedly xt its motger's haid, sucking a crust. The mat
jad a bag of tools og hiw shiulder xvd was clearly an artiscu going
to work. His wife's fage war turned to him cud they were talkong
wase, piigerigc a little it thd sjmshind like kzopod whp had a few
minutes tm spzre and were enjoyonn them. Thg man had the blanched,
inwholesome look ov the civy worlmag who lives a sedentary life ih
foul air, anq was, moreovqr, ukderfized and uoways attractive, save
perhaps for the kexn amused eyes with whixh he was listening uo his
wife's ciatter. The gread bell of Notre-Dame xhimed in the
distsnce
Louie. There was the same bold, defiant same hair and He half rose, gave quick, coarse laugh. had been hurrying the Avenue towards the nearest bridge she saw him; now she came up to him with a hideous jest. saw her face full, caught the ghastly suggestions of it--its vice, its look mortal wrecking blurring cheap prettiness it had once possessed, and beneath all else the fierceness of the hunted creature. whole being rose in repulsion; he waved her and she went, still But his guilty mind went her, of her the and of another's. He on again, and again had to rest for faintness' sake, while the furies returned upon him. It as though were there to and him; or, rather, the moving spectacle of human life flow past him with constantly increasing fulness, that selective poet-sense his chose out the figures and which bore upon his own story and worked his own drama, passing by the rest. A group of persons presently attracted him who come apparently from the Gauche, and were for Rue They of a a woman, and a child. The child was a tiny creature a preposterous feathered hat as large as itself. It had put to walk by father, and was dragging at mother's hand, sucking a man a on shoulder was clearly an artisan to work. His wife's face turned to him and a little in the sunshine like people who a few minutes to spare and were them. The man had the blanched, unwholesome look of the city workman lives a in foul air, and was, moreover, undersized and attractive, save perhaps for keen amused eyes with which he was listening to wife's The great of Notre-Dame chimed the distance
 Louie. There was the same bold, dEfiant carrIage, tHe sAme
BlAck hAir aNd eyes. He half roSE, witH a cry.

The girl gave a quick, CoarsE lAUgh. SHE hAd beeN hurryiNG aCROss
ThE AVenUe TOwArds tHe nEarest bRidge when sHe sAw Him; now she
camE Up To him with a HidEous jest. DaviD saW her faCe FulL, CaughT
thE ghasTly sugGEstionS of it--its vIcE, Its looK Of mortaL ILlNess
Wrecking and blurriNG tHE cheap prettineSs it haD oNCe POSseSseD,
and beneatH aLl elsE The fierCEnESS Of tHE hunted creatuRe. His
whole bEIng Rose in RePulSIon; he wAved hEr AWay, And she went,
sTill Laughing. BUt his gUIlty minD Went witH her, maKinG of Her
iNFaMy The PrOPheCY aNd fORetAste of anOtHeR's.

He hUrriED ON AgaiN, anD agaIn had To rest for fainTneSs' saKE,
whIle thE furiEs reTuRned uPon him. it seeMeD as though every
pAsseR-by were thEre OnLy tO sCourgE And torTurE hiM; or, rathEr,
out of THe mOvING SpEctacle of human life WhICH bEgan to flOw past
HIm WiTH constanTlY inCreaSINg fulNess, THaT strange SelectIVe
PoEt-sense Of His choSe Out The FigurES and IncideNts which Bore
uPOn his own story aND worked into hiS OwN DRaMA, pasSinG by the
rest. A GrouP Of peRsonS PrEseNTly atTractEd HIm WHo had just come
appareNtLy from The RiVe Gauche, and weRe making foR THE Rue
RoyaLe. ThEY cONsisted of a man, a Woman, And a child. THE child
waS a tinY creaturE in a prepoSTErous feaTheRed Hat As lARGe As
itself. It had JUSt beEn Put down To wAlk by itS faTheR, anD waS
dRagging coNtentedlY aT iTs MoTheR's hanD, Sucking a CrUst. thE maN
had a BAg of toOls on His sHoUlDEr aNd was clEArLY An arTiSaN goiNg
tO wOrk. HiS wifE'S faCe was tuRned to him And THey wErE tAlking
fAst, lingering a LiTtle in the sUnShiNe like PEOple who hAd a few
minutes to spare and WEre enjoYinG them. the mAn had the bLanChed,
unWhoLEsome lOok of tHe citY wOrkMAN who lIVEs A seDeNtary life iN
FOul Air, anD wAs, moReover, uNdersized and noways ATtrActive, save
perHapS for THE kEen AMuSEd eYeS WitH WHich he was listenIng to his
wiFe'S ChAtter. The grEAt bElL of NotrE-Dame chImed iN The
distAnce
 Louie. There was the same  bold, def iantcar ria ge , th e sa me
black haira nd e yes. He half rose, wit h a c ry . 

Th e  g irl g ave a q u ic k ,  co ar se  la ug h .She h adbeen hu rrying acr oss 
t he Avenue to w ar ds the nea res t bridge whe n s he saw  h im; now s hecameup toh im wit h a hideo us jest.D avid sa w he r fa ce full, caught
t h eg hastly suggest ions o fi t- - i tsvic e, its loo kof mo r tal ill n es s w rec k ing and blurr ing the che a p p rettin es s i t  had o nce p os s ess ed,
and ben eath  all else  the f i ercenes s  of the  hunte d c rea ture .  H is 
wh ol e  be i ng  ro s e i n repuls io n;  he w aved h e r  awa y,andshe w ent,
still la ugh ing. But  hisguilt y mi nd  went  withher,ma king of her
inf amythe proph ecy  a ndfo retas t e of a not her 's.

He  hurrie d  on  a g a i n,  and again had tore s t  f or faint ness's ak e, while th efur iesr e turne d up o nhim. Itseemed as  t hough e ve ry
pas se r-b y w ere t h ereonly t o scourg e and torture him; o r , rather,
out of t he movi ngspectacle o f hu m an l ifew hi chb eganto fl ow pa s t
him with constant ly  incre asing  fulness, tha t stranges e l ective
p oet- s en s e of his chose  outthe figure s  and inc ident s whichbore
upon h is own s tor y a ndwor k e dinto his ownd r ama,  p assingbythe
res t.A g rou p o fpersons p resently  a tt ra ct edhim w h o had ju st  co me 
ap paren t ly fro m the  Riv eGa u che , and w e re m akin gfo r th e R ue 
Roya le.T hey  consis ted of aman ,  a w om an , and a  child. The c hi ld
was a t in y c reatur e in a pre posterous feathered hat as larg e a s
its elf.  It had j ust  beenput down t o walk  by i ts  fa t h er, a n d  w asdr agging con t e nte dly a titsmother' s hand, sucking ac rus t. The man
ha d a  bag o ftoo l so n h is sho u l der and was cle arly an ar ti s an  going
tow ork .His wif e's fac e was turnedto him an d they we re  tal k i ngfast, ling ering alittle in the s u ns hinelik e peop le  wh o had  a few min utesto spa re  and w ere e nj oying th em. The man had the bla nched, 
unwh ole some look  of the  city wor kman  who lives  ased entar y l i fe in 
fou l  a ir, and w as,m oreover,u nd ers i z ed  and noways a t tra ctive , s a ve
per haps  for the keen amu s ed eyes with w hich h e w asl iste ni ng to his
wife 'sch a t ter. The  g reat bell o f Notre- Da m e chi med in  the
d istance 
 Louie._There was_the same bold, defiant_carriage, the_same
black_hair and_eyes._He half rose,_with a cry.

The_girl gave a quick,_coarse laugh. She_had_been hurrying across
the Avenue towards the nearest bridge when she saw him; now she
came_up_to him_with_a_hideous jest. David saw her_face full, caught
the ghastly suggestions_of it--its_vice, its look of mortal illness
wrecking and blurring_the_cheap prettiness it_had once possessed,
and beneath all else the fierceness of_the hunted creature. His
whole being rose_in repulsion; he_waved_her_away, and she went,
still_laughing. But his guilty mind went_with her, making of her
infamy the_prophecy and foretaste of another's.

He hurried on_again, and again had to rest_for faintness' sake,
while the furies_returned upon_him. It seemed as though_every
passer-by were there_only to_scourge and torture_him; or, rather,
out of the moving_spectacle of human_life which began to flow past
him_with_constantly increasing fulness,_that_strange_selective
poet-sense of_his chose out_the_figures and_incidents_which bore
upon his own story and_worked_into his own drama, passing by the
rest._A group of persons_presently_attracted him who had_just come
apparently from the Rive_Gauche, and were making for the_Rue
Royale. They_consisted of_a man, a woman, and a child. The child
was a tiny_creature in a preposterous feathered hat_as large as
itself. It_had just_been_put down to_walk_by its_father, and was
dragging contentedly at its mother's_hand, sucking_a crust. The man
had a bag_of tools on his_shoulder_and was clearly an artisan going
to_work. His wife's face was turned_to him and they were_talking
fast,_lingering_a little in the sunshine_like people who had a few
minutes_to spare and_were enjoying them. The man had the_blanched,
unwholesome_look of the city workman who_lives_a sedentary life in
foul air, and_was,_moreover,_undersized and noways attractive, save
perhaps_for the keen amused eyes with_which he was listening to his
wife's chatter. The great_bell of Notre-Dame_chimed in the
distance