'notre-dame！'cried
the
archdeacon，as
the
mounte-bank，the
perspiration
pouring
off his
face，passed
before him
with his
pyramid of
cat and
chair—'what
does m re
pierre
gringoire
here？' the
stern
voice of
the
archdeacon
so
startled
the poor
devil that
he lost
his
balance，and
with it
his whole
erection，and
the chair
and the
cat came
toppling
over right
on to the
heads of
the
spectators
and in the
midst of a
deafening
uproar. it
is
probable
that
pierre
gringoire（for
