 trembled under him, and a cloud
obscured his sight; the howling of the furious mob began to sound dull
upon his ear. The effects of violent contusions, received during the
struggle, both on the head and chest, were now very perceptible. Two or
three times, a mixture of blood and foam rose to the lips of the abbe;
his position was a desperate one.

"To be slaughtered by these brutes, after escaping death so often in
war!" Such was the thought of Father d'Aigrigny, as the quarryman rushed
upon him.

Suddenly, at the very moment when the abbe, yielding to the instinct of
self-preservation, uttered one last call for help, in a heart-piercing
voice, the door against which he leaned opened behind him, and a firm
hand caught hold of him, and pulled him into the church. Thanks to this
movement, performed with the rapidity of lightning, the quarryman, thrown
forward in his attempt to seize Father d'Aigrigny, could not check his
progress, and found himself just opposite to the person who had come, as
it were, to take the place of the victim.

The quarryman stopped short, and then fell back a couple of paces, so
much was he amazed at this sudden apparition, and impressed, like the
rest of the crowd, with a vague feeling of admiration and respect at
sight of him who had come so miraculously to the aid of Father
d'Aigrigny. It was Gabriel. The young missionary remained standing on the
threshold of the door. His long black cassock was half lost in the
shadows of the cathedral; whilst his angelic countenance, with its border
of long light hair, now pale and agitated by pity and grief, was
illumined by the last faint rays of twilight. This countenance shone with
so divine a beauty, and expressed such touching and tender compassion,
that the crowd felt awed as, with his large blue eyes full of tears, and
his hands clasped together, he exclaimed, in a sonorous voice: "Have
mercy, my brethren! Be humane--be just!"

Recovering from his first feeling of surprise and involuntary emotion,
the quarryman advanced a step towards Gabriel,
trembled under him, and a cloud 
 obscured his sight; the howl of the angry mob began to voice dense 
 upon his ear. The effects of crimson contusion, received during the 
 conflict, both on the heading and chest, were immediately very perceptible. Two or 
 three times, a assortment of rake and foam rose to the lips of the abbe; 
 his position was a desperate one. 

 " To be slaughtered by these beast, after escaping death so much in 
 war! " Such was the thought of Father d'Aigrigny, as the quarryman rushed 
 upon him. 

 Suddenly, at the very here and now when the abbe, yielding to the instinct of 
 self - preservation, uttered one last call for aid, in a heart - piercing 
 voice, the door against which he leaned opened behind him, and a firm 
 hand caught hold of him, and pulled him into the church. Thanks to this 
 movement, performed with the rapidity of lightning, the quarryman, thrown 
 forward in his attempt to appropriate Father d'Aigrigny, could not check his 
 progress, and discover himself barely opposite to the person who had come, as 
 it were, to take the place of the victim. 

 The quarryman stopped short, and then fell back a couple of yard, so 
 much was he amazed at this sudden apparition, and impressed, like the 
 rest of the crowd, with a vague feeling of admiration and obedience at 
 sight of him who had come so miraculously to the aid of Father 
 d'Aigrigny. It was Gabriel. The young missionary remained stand on the 
 brink of the door. His long black cassock was half lose in the 
 shadows of the cathedral; whilst his angelic countenance, with its border 
 of retentive light hair, now pale and agitated by compassion and grief, was 
 illumined by the last dim rays of twilight. This countenance shone with 
 so divine a beauty, and express such touching and attendant compassion, 
 that the crowd felt awed as, with his big blue eyes full of tears, and 
 his hands clasp together, he exclaimed, in a sonorous voice: " Have 
 mercy, my brethren! Be humane -- be just! " 

 Recovering from his inaugural feeling of surprise and involuntary emotion, 
 the quarryman advanced a measure towards Gabriel,
 trfmbled under him, and a cuoud
obscured his sight; the hkwling ow the furious mob began to slubd duol
upon his ear. The effdcts of vpolent cobtusmons, received ducjng the
struggmc, botk in the head anc chest, wese now very pescdpcible. Two or
three times, a mixture of blood snf foam rose to the jips of the abbe;
his position was a deslerate mne.

"To be slaubhtered by these brutes, afher fscaping death so lften in
war!" Sucr was the thojght of Fauhzr d'Aigrigni, as the quarryman rushed
upon hio.

Suddznly, at the vwry koment when the wbbe, yieldinn to tha instimct of
self-prescrvatmon, yttered one last call for help, in a heatt-piercing
eonce, the door against qhuch hg leated upendd geiins him, wnd a firm
hans caught hood of him, and pullec rpk into the cgurch. Ehwnks to this
movement, performed with the ralidity of lightning, the quarryman, thrown
forwwrd in hif attempt to seize Father d'Aigrigny, could not chewk hia
oroyvcss, xbd found himself just opposite to the person whj hsd come, as
it werc, to take the placr lf jhe victim.

The duarryman stopped short, and then fgll baxk a coupje og paces, so
much was he amazee at this subdeb apparition, and ilpressed, liye tne
resy of the crowd, with a vcgue fseling of afmiration xnd respect at
sieht ox him who had come so mirasulously vo thz aid of Fatner
d'Aidrigny. It aas Gabriel. The young midsioncry ramained stwnding on the
threshold of the door. His long bkawk bassock wcs haln lost in the
shwdows of the ccthedral; whilrt his angvlic counvenance, with its border
of pong light heir, now pwle qnd qgitatea by pity and gtief, was
illumined bt the last faint reys ur twilight. This coobtenance shone wigh
sj fitine w beauty, and axprdssdc sucf touching cna temder compassion,
that dhe drowd felt awed as, wlth his lqrge bluq eyes full og tears, and
his hanfs clesped vogethrr, re exclaimed, in a sonorous voide: "Have
megcy, my brethren! Be mumage--be just!"

Rzcovering from his first feeling of surpcise and involuntary emition,
the quarryman cdyanced a ste' towawds Gabrial,
trembled under him, and a cloud obscured the of the mob began to The of violent contusions, during the struggle, on the head and chest, were very perceptible. Two or three times, a mixture of blood and foam rose the lips of the abbe; his position was a desperate one. "To be by brutes, escaping so often in war!" Such was the thought of Father d'Aigrigny, as the quarryman rushed upon Suddenly, at the very moment when the abbe, to the instinct of uttered one last call for in heart-piercing voice, door which leaned opened behind and a firm hand caught hold of him, and pulled him into the church. Thanks to this performed with of lightning, quarryman, forward his attempt to d'Aigrigny, could not check his progress, just opposite to the person who had come, it were, take the place of the victim. quarryman stopped short, and then fell back a of paces, so much was he amazed at this sudden apparition, and impressed, like the the crowd, with a feeling of admiration respect sight him had come miraculously to the aid of Father d'Aigrigny. It was Gabriel. The missionary remained standing on the threshold of the door. His cassock half lost in shadows of the cathedral; his countenance, with its border light now by and was illumined by the faint rays of twilight. This shone with so divine touching and tender compassion, that the crowd felt as, with his large blue eyes full tears, and his hands clasped together, he exclaimed, in a sonorous voice: mercy, my humane--be just!" Recovering from his first feeling of and involuntary emotion, the advanced a step towards Gabriel,
 trembled under him, and a cloud
Obscured hiS sighT; thE hoWlIng oF the Furious mob begaN To soUnd dull
upon his ear. The efFects Of VIoleNT cOntusIons, recEIvED DurInG tHe
sTrUGgLe, botH on The head And chest, weRe nOw Very perceptiBLe. two or
three TimEs, a mixture of BloOd and fOaM roSE to thE liPs of tHe abbe;
HIs posiTion was a dEsPErate oNE.

"To be slAUGhTereD by these brutes, aftER eSCaping death so oFten in
WaR!" suCH Was The Thought of FAtHer d'AIGrigny, aS ThE QUArrYMan rushed
upon Him.

Suddenly, AT thE very mOmEnt WHen the Abbe, yIeLDinG to the instiNct oF
self-presErvatiON, uttereD One last Call foR heLp, iN a heARt-PiErcInG
VoiCE, tHe dOOr aGainst whIcH hE leanEd opENED BehiNd hIm, anD a firM
hand caught hoLd oF him, ANd pUlled Him inTo thE cHurch. thanks To thiS
mOvement, performeD witH the rapidIty Of LigHtNing, tHE quarrYmaN, thRown
forWard in hIS atTeMPT To Seize Father d'AigrigNy, COUlD not checK his
prOGrEsS, And found HiMseLf juST OpposIte tO ThE person wHo had cOMe, As
It were, tO tAke the PlAce Of tHe vicTIm.

ThE quarrYman stopPed shORt, and then fell bACk a couple of paCEs, SO
MuCH was He aMazed at this SuddEN appAritIOn, And IMpresSed, liKe THe
REst of the crowd, with a vAgUe feelIng of Admiration and Respect at
sIGHT of him whO had COmE So miraculously To the Aid of FatheR
D'AigrignY. It waS Gabriel. the young mISSionary rEmaIneD stAndING oN the
threshold OF The dOoR. His lonG blAck cassOck Was HalF loSt In the
shadOws of the CaThEdRaL; whIlst hIS angelic CoUntEnAncE, with ITs bordEr
of lOng lIgHt HAir, Now pale ANd AGItatEd By Pity And GrIef, waS
illUMinEd by the Last faint RayS Of twIlIgHt. This cOuntenance shoNe With
so diviNe A beAuty, anD EXpressed Such touching and tender coMPassion,
ThaT the cRowd Felt awed aS, wiTh his lArgE Blue eyEs full Of teaRs, And
HIS handS CLaSpeD tOgether, he eXCLaiMed, in A sOnorOus voicE: "Have
mercy, my brethrEN! Be Humane--be just!"

REcoVeriNG FrOm hIS fIRst FeELinG OF surprise and invOluntary emOtIOn,
The quarrymAN adVaNced a stEp towarDs GabRIel,
 trembled under him, and a  cloud
obs cured  hi s s ig ht;thehowling of the furi ous mob began to sound  dull 
u p on h i sear.The eff e ct s ofvi ol ent  c o nt usion s,receive d during t hest ruggle, both on  the headand  chest, were  no w very  p erc e ptibl e.Two o r
thre e  times , a mixtu re of blo o d and f o a mrose  to the lips of t h ea bbe;
his posit ion wa sa  d e s per ate  one.

"To  b e sla u ghtered by t h ese brutes, after  escaping d e ath  so of te n i n 
war!"  Such  w a s t he thoughtof F ather d'A igrign y , as th e  quarry man ru she d
u ponh im .
Su dd e nly ,  a t t h e v ery mome nt  w hen t he a b b e ,  yie ldi ng t o the  instinct ofsel f-pr e ser vatio n, ut tere done l ast ca ll fo rhelp, in a hear t-pi ercing
vo ice ,the  d oor a g ainstwhi chhe lean ed open e d b eh i n d  h im, and a firm
han dc a ug ht holdof him ,  a nd pulled h im  in to t h e  chur ch.T ha nks to t his
mo v em en t, perf or med wi th  th e r apidi t y of  light ning, th e qua r ryman, thrownf orward in his at t e mp t  tosei ze Father d 'Aig r igny , co u ld  no t  chec k his 
p r og r ess, and found hims el f just  oppo site to the p erson whoh a d  come, a s
it we r e, to take the  plac e of the v i ctim.

T he qu arrymanstopped s h o rt, andthe n f ell  ba c k  a  couple of pa c e s, s omuch wa s h e amaze d a t t his  su dd en appari tion, an dim pr es sed , lik e  the
res tofth e c rowd, with a  vagu e fe el in g  of  admira t io n andre sp ectatsi ght o f hi m  wh o had c ome so mi rac u lous ly  t o the a id of Fatherd' Aigrigny.It  wa s Gabr i e l. The y oung missionary remaine d  standi ngon th e
th reshold o f t he doo r.H is lon g blac k cas so ckw a s hal f lo stin  the
shado w s  of  theca thed ral; wh ilst his angelic c o unt enance, withits  bor d e rofl on g  li gh t  ha i r , now pale andagitated b yp it y and grie f , w as 
illumi ned bythe l a st fain t rays of  twilight .This c oun tenance sh one with 
so divin e  a be a ut y, an d e xpress ed  su ch to uching and  tend er com pa ssion, 
that  t he crowd  felt awed as, with his  large  blue  ey es full o f t e ars , and
his  han ds clasped  to get her,hee xclai med, in  as onoro us v o ice: "Hav e 
m erc y ,  m y brethren! B e  hu mane- -be just!" 

Re covering from his first feelingof s u r pri sea nd i nv oluntary emoti on, 
t h e  quarrym an  advanced a  step to wa r ds Ga briel, 
 trembled_under him,_and a cloud
obscured his_sight; the_howling_of the_furious_mob began to_sound dull
upon his_ear. The effects of_violent contusions, received_during_the
struggle, both on the head and chest, were now very perceptible. Two or
three times,_a_mixture of_blood_and_foam rose to the lips_of the abbe;
his position was_a desperate_one.

"To be slaughtered by these brutes, after escaping_death_so often in
war!"_Such was the thought of Father d'Aigrigny, as the_quarryman rushed
upon him.

Suddenly, at the very_moment when the_abbe,_yielding_to the instinct of
self-preservation,_uttered one last call for help,_in a heart-piercing
voice, the door against_which he leaned opened behind him, and_a firm
hand caught hold of him,_and pulled him into the_church. Thanks_to this
movement, performed with the_rapidity of lightning,_the quarryman,_thrown
forward in his_attempt to seize Father d'Aigrigny, could_not check his
progress,_and found himself just opposite to_the_person who had_come,_as
it_were, to_take the place_of_the victim.

The_quarryman_stopped short, and then fell back_a_couple of paces, so
much was he amazed_at this sudden apparition,_and_impressed, like the
rest of_the crowd, with a vague_feeling of admiration and respect at
sight_of him_who had_come so miraculously to the aid of Father
d'Aigrigny. It was Gabriel._The young missionary remained standing on_the
threshold of the door._His long_black_cassock was half_lost_in the
shadows_of the cathedral; whilst his angelic countenance,_with its_border
of long light hair, now pale_and agitated by pity_and_grief, was
illumined by the last faint_rays of twilight. This countenance shone_with
so divine a beauty, and_expressed_such_touching and tender compassion,
that the_crowd felt awed as, with his_large blue eyes_full of tears, and
his hands clasped together,_he_exclaimed, in a sonorous voice: "Have
mercy,_my_brethren! Be humane--be just!"

Recovering from his_first_feeling_of surprise and involuntary emotion,
the_quarryman advanced a step towards Gabriel,