under the
black
vault of
the
roof.the
great
central
rose-window
alone，whose
thousand
tints were
flooded by
a
horizontal
stream of
evening
sunshine，gleamed
in the
shadow
like a
star of
diamonds
and cast
its
dazzling
image on
the
opposite
side of
the nave.
when they
had
proceeded
a few
steps，dom
claude
leaned
against a
pillar and
regarded
gringoire
steadfastly.this
look was
not the
one
gringoire
had feared
to
encounter
in his
