"'Tis very difficult to explain，" replied the poet. "It is a superstition. My wife is， according to what an old thief， who is called among us the Duke of Egypt， has told me， a foundling or a lost child， which is the same thing. She wears on her neck an amulet which， it is affirmed， will cause her to meet her parents some day， but which will lose its virtue if the young girl loses hers. Hence it follows that both of us remain very virtuous.""So，" resumed Claude， whose brow cleared more and more， "you believe， Master Pierre， that this creature has not been approached by any man？""What would you have a man do， Dom Claude， as against a superstition？ She has got that in her head. I assuredly esteem as a rarity this nunlike prudery which is preserved untamed amid those Bohemian girls who are so easily brought into subjection. But she has three things to protect her： the Duke of Egypt， who has taken her under his safeguard， reckoning， perchance， on selling her to some gay abbé； all his tribe， who hold her in singular veneration， like a Notre-Dame；and a certain tiny poignard， which the buxom dame always wears about her， in some nook， in spite of the ordinances of the provost， and which one causes to fly out into her hands by squeezing her waist. 'Tis a proud wasp， I can tell you！"The archdeacon pressed Gringoire with questions.
La Esmeralda， in the judgment of Gringoire， was an inoffensive and charming creature， pretty， with the exception of a pout which was peculiar to her； a na？ve and passionate damsel， ignorant of everything and enthusiastic about everything；not yet aware of the difference between a man and a woman， even in her dreams； made like that； wild especially over dancing， noise， the open air； a sort of woman bee， with invisible wings on her feet， and living in a whirlwind. She owed this nature to the wandering life which she had always led. Gringoire had succeeded in learning that， while a mere child， she had traversed Spain and Catalonia， even to Sicily；he believed that she had even been taken by the caravan of Zingari， of which she formed a part， to the kingdom of Algiers， a country situated in Achaia， which country adjoins， on one side Albania and Greece； on the other， the Sicilian Sea， which is the road to Constantinople. The Bohemians， said Gringoire， were vassals of the King of Algiers， in his quality of chief of the White Moors. One thing is certain， that la Esmeralda had come to France while still very young， by way of Hungary. From all these countries the young girl had brought back fragments of queer jargons， songs， and strange ideas， which made her language as motley as her costume， half Parisian， half African. However， the people of the quarters which she frequented loved her for her gayety， her daintiness， her lively manners， her dances， and her songs. She believed herself to be hated， in all the city， by but two persons， of whom she often spoke in terror： the sacked nun of the Tour-Roland， a villanous recluse who cherished some secret grudge against these gypsies， and who cursed the poor dancer every time that the latter passed before her window； and a priest， who never met her without casting at her looks and words which frightened her.
