Thomas brought Ariel to the place where he woke up that morning. He opened a chest, in which he previously took his clothes and gun, and found a woman's gown. He ripped another cloth, carefully bandaged Ariel's wound, and dressed her in the cream-colored gown. Then he laid her on a mattress he found in the chest.
"You'll be all right," sinabi Thomas.
"There, there. You'll be all right," he sinabi softly. "It is mostly shock, I guess. I hope you'll forgive me, miss, because I didn't mean to hurt you."
Ariel closed her eyes and refused to speak. She was still shocked and frightened,...
Belle hardly slept that night. The Festival had awakened something in her...and so had something else. That gypsy man, she wished she had got his name, when he had touched her she had felt a thrill, a rush of something, possibly of all she lacked living here with Frollo, and she had felt excited and pleasantly giddy all at once.
And she wanted to feel like that again.
By morning she had made up her mind; she would go out and see if she could find him.
“And what are you going to do today?” Frollo asked her over breakfast.
“I have to return those books to the bookshop,” Belle replied.