'Do you know what friendship is?' he asked.

'Yes,' answered the gypsy,

'it is to be like brother and sister-

two souls meeting without mingling-

two fingers on the same hand.'

'And love?' proceeded Gringoire.

'Oh love!' said she-

and her voice trembled and her eye beamed-

'that is to be two and yet but one-

a man and woman blended into an angel-it is heaven!'

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