[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

"What can I do?" the nun asked blankly, and suddenly let out a frightening laugh: "Ho! Ho! No, what you said was just a dream! Yes! How could it be? I lost I lost her for 15 years, God mercifully returned her to me, but only for 1 minute! Someone wants to snatch her away from me again! Under the eyes of my mother!"

The sound of horseshoes was getting closer and closer, Anya was very anxious.Someone in the distance shouted: "Go this way, Lord Tristan! The priest said, you can find her in the mouse hole."

The nun suddenly stood up, distraught, and shouted: "Run! Run! I remember, you are right, they want your life!"

Priest!Anya gritted her teeth and read silently, she knew that Claude would not let her go so easily!Is it really certain death this time...

Suddenly, she heard the nun shouting: "No, I can save you! They are coming, you hide in this corner, no one will see you. I will go and tell them, I will let you go." Go away, say you escaped, really!"

"No!" Anya objected, dodging her to grab her hand, "Then what do you do! If they find that the iron grid is broken, how do you explain it?"

The poor mother said: "I can say that it was broken by a big car!"

Anya felt powerless and uncomfortable: "But the traces are bent from the inside out, Mom!"

This mother shouted sincerely. The nun's love for her daughter was so desperate that no matter how hard-hearted Anya was, she had to be moved by it.

Compared with family affection, what is love?Having traveled so many worlds, Anya has seen countless lovers who turned against each other or parted ways because of money and power, but rarely saw parents who are cruel to their children.Grandet cares about every bit of bread, and is willing to give his daughter a temporary meal; Madame de Villefort is vicious, but she cannot deny her son's single-minded doting; the nun is even more...

"Mom." Anya hugged her and choked up, "It is my greatest wish that you can live well in this world."

"But God told me to lose you, why should I stay in this world!"

"I hope you live. I hope you can live a good life, even if it's for me." Anya tried hard to calm down her voice, but she couldn't help but shed tears from her eyes.She opened her mouth silently, took a deep breath, and said, "If you live a day, I can live a day..."

"What are you going to do, my daughter?" The nun was terrified, grabbed her hand and dragged her to the corner, "You can't die, you stay here...let me die for you, I have already Long enough to live. Yes, let me die for you. I don't want to die! Just please, God, let my daughter live!"

She dragged Anya to a corner with unimaginable strength, and held her tightly.A voice suddenly rang out: "Old woman! We are hunting for a witch and are going to hang her. I heard that she is with you?"

The hermit quickly rushed to the window, held the broken part of the railing with her hand, and pretended to be nonchalant: "What! I don't understand."

Even ghosts and gods will avoid the power that a mother can erupt for her child in times of crisis.Seeing her holding the broken mark with her hand, Anya breathed a sigh of relief.If this is the case, Claude should have been restrained by Quasimodo, maybe she can save Esmeralda's life!

"God's head!" cried the leader, "what nonsense is that priest talking about!"

"It's not his nonsense, sir." A young and lively voice sounded.Anya didn't recognize the voice at first, but then she shuddered because of the voice—he said: "My brother is the venerable priest who showed you the way. You mean the Egyptian chick, right? Let me bring her here. I guess she must have something to do, so I came here as soon as I remembered it! Can you give me some rewards?"

"Nonsense!" cried the nun. "If you're talking about the chick you forced on me, she'd have run away!"

The commander asked: "What? Where did you run from?"

"From Sheep Street, I suppose so," replied the nun with mock indifference.

Anya couldn't see the movement from the window, but judging by the firelight and music, they seemed to be planning to go home.At this time, John suddenly said: "Oh! What is this? It tripped me. Hey! Isn't this a pillow made of stone? Hey, nun, did you throw this out?"

Years of crying and kowtowing because of missing her daughter, sleeping in the cold basement, using stones as pillows, the head of the hermit nun is already very hard, and there is a mark on the pillow stone.John's words were originally meant as a joke, but the nun panicked, her arms moved, and the broken fence was stretched out, making a harsh scratching sound.People's attention was immediately attracted.One of the archers shouted: "Oh! This old woman is really strong enough."

The nun pretended to be calm: "This is the strength God gave me."

"Hey, old woman, let go of your hand!" the archer shouted, "You seem to have hair on your hand, it's black and long, it must not be your own."

The nun's face turned pale: "As God bears witness, I just wrestled with that Egyptian woman. This is what she left me."

"And what about your pillow?" John said again.

Anya gritted her teeth, did Claude give John some ecstasy soup, or was this a fateful retribution?It's too good at dismantling it!If it goes on like this, it will definitely be discovered...

"That's not my pillow!" was all the nun could say. "It fell from a cart pulling stones more than a year ago!"

One archer said: "I remember this incident, I happened to be there at the time."

These words roused the nun's courage.She said, "Yes, that's exactly what it is!"

"Ah bah! Sack girl, you're lying. It's clearly covered with your stink." John said, throwing the pillow stone over, "This must be your thing!"

"What are you hiding, old woman?" asked the leader. "Damn it! Let's get this over with!"

At the critical moment, an archer suddenly ran up and shouted: "My lord, the old woman is lying! The Egyptian woman did not escape from the Sheep Street, the guards did not see anyone passing by, and the chains that blocked the street remained intact. "

The leader's face became gloomy, and he asked: "Old woman! How do you explain it!"

The nun was trembling, and her tone was crying: "I may have made a mistake...she has crossed the river."

"Pah! There are people hunting on both sides of the river, and there is no boat. A woman, can she swim?" said one of the archers.

"God's head, you old liar! I wish I could put the witch aside and hang you first."

These words made the nun excited: "You can do whatever you want, my lord! Arrest me, I am willing to accept the punishment. Take me away, quick, quick, go right away!"

"Damn it, this lunatic old woman!" said the inspector.

"This attitude is too unusual, my lord, maybe she is trying to hide something?" John instigated, counting on the bounty his brother described for him.Bewitched by an Egyptian woman, he poured a bottle of unknown substance on his brother, only to smell the rotting corpse.This is scary enough, who knows what witchcraft the archdeacon is doing!Speech, it sounds similar to the Egyptian women's tricks!

"It makes sense," said the inspector.

The hermit nun was full of despair, she grabbed the window sill and stood awe-inspiring, as if she could prevent them from entering and protect her daughter.However, there was still a little hope in her heart: "There are no Egyptian women here!"

"Search!" The inspector waved his hand and said, ignoring her at all.A sinister figure approached, the Parisian executioner Henrière Cousin, the one who had executed Quasimodo.As he approached the hut, the hermit nun immediately opened her angry eyes, full of ferocious eyes: "Pfft! How dare you come in!"

"Excellent, this old lady seems not easy to deal with," said the executioner.

The nun glared and said, "No one, no one! Oh, you don't want to make things difficult for me, me!"

"What is she trying to hide?" said the inspector. "Drag her away! Search carefully!"

The poor woman cried frantically, "No! No!"

Anya couldn't bear it any longer, she rushed to the window, trying to push the hermit nun away: "Get out of the way! Anyone who wants to take me away, then take me away!"

The hermit nun pushed her aside violently, threw herself to the window again, and put on a posture of defending to the death: "No one can pass through here!"

"The Egyptian woman is indeed here." The inspector said ruthlessly.

"My lord, looking at this, it's not easy to take her away. Who knows if she will run away again?" said an archer.The inspector said: "Then hang her here!"

The executioner quickly set up the gallows on the outer wall, and the rest of them walked towards the bell tower with picks and crowbars.Anya knew in her heart that if this continued, the hermit nun would lose her life.

Rather than let her die for the love of her daughter...better to live for the hatred of the enemy.

She grabbed the hermit's shoulder and whispered softly in her ear, "I'm sorry, I lied to you. I'm not your daughter, I'm the Egyptian woman Esmeralda. I stole that purse."

The nun was stunned, and murmured: "What are you talking about, my dear."

Anya touched her dirty cheek with her lips, resolutely pushed her away who seemed to have lost her strength, jumped out of the window, and shouted: "You can't catch me!"

Several arms quickly grabbed her, and the noose was around her neck.

Anya took one last look at the window, where the hermit was yelling frantically.With a smile on her face, she lowered her head in pain.

At the last moment, something seemed to flash in her mind.The memory flickered so fast she could barely fathom it.However, a figure looked so familiar. She bent down and put on two exquisite embroidered shoes for her beloved daughter.

... Farewell, mother.

What followed was overwhelming darkness.