In what way could he have reached this gallery, the door of which was always fastened, and whose key no one had a right to touch but the beadle?
Then again, a little later on, how was it that she should find him up in the air among the flying buttresses of the nave and the pinnacles of the piers?
From these heights he could look into every part of her chamber, as the swallows who, flying from point to point among the spires, saw everything that was therein, without her having the idea of hiding herself from them.
But a human eye was different, and from that day she shut herself up more, and an ever-increasing trouble came to her at the thought that her privacy was being intruded upon, and that she was no longer alone in the atmosphere of adoration that surrounded her.

If she were really not impatient, why was it that her heart beat so strongly, like the bell of the clock-tower on great festivals?
Three days passed without Angelique showing herself, so alarmed was she by the increasing boldness of Felicien.

She vowed in her mind that she would never see him again, and wound herself up to such a degree of resentment, that she thought she hated him.

But he had given her his feverishness.

She could not keep still, and the slightest pretext was enough for an excuse to leave the chasuble upon which she was at work.
So, having heard that _mere_ Gabet was ill in bed, in the most profound poverty, she went to see her every morning.