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"
Near
him
,
this
kneeling
woman
who
weeps
is
his
spouse
,
Diane
de
Poitiers
,
Countess
de
Breze
,
Duchess
de
Valentinois
,
born
in
1499
,
died
in
1566
,
and
to
the
left
,
the
one
with
the
child
is
the
Holy
Virgin
.
Now
turn
to
this
side
;
here
are
the
tombs
of
the
Ambroise
.
They
were
both
cardinals
and
archbishops
of
Rouen
.
That
one
was
minister
under
Louis
XII
.
He
did
a
great
deal
for
the
cathedral
.
In
his
will
he
left
thirty
thousand
gold
crowns
for
the
poor
.
"
And
without
stopping
,
still
talking
,
he
pushed
them
into
a
chapel
full
of
balustrades
,
some
put
away
,
and
disclosed
a
kind
of
block
that
certainly
might
once
have
been
an
ill-made
statue
.
"
Truly
,
"
he
said
with
a
groan
,
"
it
adorned
the
tomb
of
Richard
Coeur
de
Lion
,
King
of
England
and
Duke
of
Normandy
.
It
was
the
Calvinists
,
sir
,
who
reduced
it
to
this
condition
.
They
had
buried
it
for
spite
in
the
earth
,
under
the
episcopal
seat
of
Monsignor
.
See
!
this
is
the
door
by
which
Monsignor
passes
to
his
house
.
Let
us
pass
on
quickly
to
see
the
gargoyle
windows
.
"
But
Leon
hastily
took
some
silver
from
his
pocket
and
seized
Emma
's
arm
.
The
beadle
stood
dumfounded
,
not
able
to
understand
this
untimely
munificence
when
there
were
still
so
many
things
for
the
stranger
to
see
.
So
calling
him
back
,
he
cried
--
"
Sir
!
sir
!
The
steeple
!
the
steeple
!
"
"
No
,
thank
you
!
"
said
Leon
.
"
You
are
wrong
,
sir
!
It
is
four
hundred
and
forty
feet
high
,
nine
less
than
the
great
pyramid
of
Egypt
.
It
is
all
cast
;
it
--
"
Leon
was
fleeing
,
for
it
seemed
to
him
that
his
love
,
that
for
nearly
two
hours
now
had
become
petrified
in
the
church
like
the
stones
,
would
vanish
like
a
vapour
through
that
sort
of
truncated
funnel
,
of
oblong
cage
,
of
open
chimney
that
rises
so
grotesquely
from
the
cathedral
like
the
extravagant
attempt
of
some
fantastic
brazier
.
"
But
where
are
we
going
?
"
she
said
.
