"Noel! Noel!"
It was at that moment that the recluse caught sight, from the window of her bole, of the gypsy on the pillory, and hurled at her her sinister imprecation,—
"Accursed be thou, daughter of Egypt! Accursed! accursed!"
Chapter 5　END OF THE STORY OF THE CAKE
La Esmeralda turned pale and descended from the pillory, staggering as she went. The voice of the recluse still pursued her,—
"Descend! descend! Thief of Egypt! thou shalt ascend it once more!"
"The sacked nun is in one of her tantrums," muttered the populace; and that was the end of it. For that sort of woman was feared; which rendered them sacred. People did not then willingly attack one who prayed day and night.