Notredame de Paris

Quasimodo upon Esmeralda’s gift of a drink of water while he is being heckled on the pillory:

“Then from that eye, hitherto so dry and burning, was seen to roll a big tear, which fell slowly down that deformed visage so long contracted by despair. Perhaps it was the first that the unfortunate creature had ever shed.”

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