It was the poor goat, the agile Djali, which had made its escape after her, at the moment when Quasimodo had put to flight Charmolue's brigade, and which had been lavishing caresses on her feet for nearly an hour past, without being able to win a glance.
C’était la pauvre chèvre, l’agile Djali, qui s’était échappée à sa suite, au moment où Quasimodo avait dispersé la brigade de Charmolue, et qui se répandait en caresses à ses pieds depuis près d’une heure, sans pouvoir obtenir un regard.