But do look at her! What a face! What alluring eyes! The beautiful woman! I spend hours looking at her; she is my sweetheart.
Oh! the many nights I have dreamt of her." They walked on a little towards the great doorway of the Cathedral, so as to obtain a better view of the exterior face of the choir.

Above the three hollows or chapels that pierce it runs a frieze of ancient relievos, the work of some obscure mediaeval artist.

Gabriel recognised these coarse sculptures as being contemporaneous with the Puerta del Reloj, and by far the most ancient work in the Cathedral.
"Look you, in the first medallion Adam and Eve are as naked as worms; but the Lord drives them out of Paradise, and they are obliged to dress themselves to appear in the world; and see what they do directly they get their clothes.

But look at the fifth medallion on our right hand; the old gossip who cut that had a lively turn of mind." Gabriel looked for the first time attentively at these forgotten sculptures.

They were carved with all the naturalistic simplicity of the Middle Ages, with all the directness with which the artists represented their profane conceptions, with the desire to perpetuate the triumph of the flesh in some ignored corner of the mystical buildings, in order to testify that human life was not dead.
The Tato was delighted at the surprise on his uncle's face.
"Eh! what do you think of that?
I discovered it wandering about the church.