Quasimodo:
But y-y-you're not like other Gypsies; they are... evil.
Esmeralda:
Who told you that?
Quasimodo:
My master, Frollo. He raised me.
Esmeralda:
How can such a cruel man have raised someone like you...?
Quasimodo:
Cruel? Oh, no. He saved my life! He took me in when no one else would. I am a monster, you know.
Esmeralda:
He told you that?
Quasimodo:
*Look* at me.
Esmeralda:
[Frowns slightly]
Give me your hand.
Quasimodo:
What?
Esmeralda:
Just let me see it.
[reading Quasimodo's palm]
Esmeralda:
Hmm, a long lifeline... Oh, and *this* one means you're shy. Hmmmmm. Mm, mm, mm... Well, that's funny...
Quasimodo:
What?
Esmeralda:
I don't see any...
Quasimodo:
Any what?
Esmeralda:
Monster lines. Not a single one.
Esmeralda:
[holds out her hand while Quasi briefly studies his own]
Now, you look at me. Do you think *I'm* evil?
Quasimodo:
*No*! No-no, y-you are kind, and *good*, and... and...
Esmeralda:
And a Gypsy. And maybe Frollo's wrong about the both of us.
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