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Quasimodo is having a very typical Sunday –he’s trailing four children and three dogs, and Esmeralda is fairly certain there’s a rabbit bouncing along beside him.She calls after him and waves; in her cloak, barefooted in the streets of Paris, she feels suddenly as if she’s been running in the sunlight. His face breaks into the loveliest smile as he glances over his shoulder and gives her a jaunty little wave. The children chatter and call her name. Esmeralda resists the siren call of the crowd for just one second. Then she gathers her skirts and follows Quasi’s lead.