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wereleftuncorruptedseemedtoescape,andallspoiltandsickly
vapoursseemedtocrawlin.Throughtherustedbars,tastes,
ratherthanglimpses,werecaughtofthejumbledneighbourhood
andnothingwithinrange,nearerorlowerthanthesummitsofthe
twogreattowersofNotre-Dame,hadanypromiseonitofhealthy
lifeorwholesomeaspirations.
Atlast,thetopofthestaircasewasgained,andtheystoppedfor
thethirdtime.Therewasyetanupperstaircase,ofasteeper
inclinationandofcontracteddimensions,tobeascended,before
thegarretstorywasreached.Thekeeperofthewine-shop,always
goingalittleinadvance,andalwaysgoingonthesidewhichMr.
Lorrytook,asthoughhedreadedtobeaskedanyquestionbythe
younglady,turnedhimselfabouthere,and,carefullyfeelinginthe
pocketsofthecoathecarriedoverhisshoulder,tookoutakey.
“Thedoorislockedthen,myfriend?”saidMr.Lorry,surprised.
“Ay.Yes,”wasthe