claude
frollo.
our
readers
have not
forgotten
the
mysterious
cell which
the
archdeacon
had
appropriated
to himself
in this
tower.（by
the way，i
do not
know but
what it is
the
same，the
interior
of which
may be
seen to
this day
through a
small
square
window，opening
to the
east at
about a
man's
height
from the
floor upon
the
platform
from which
the towers
spring—a
mere den
now，naked，empty，and
falling to
decay，the
ill-plastered
walls of
which are
