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| − | Les Misérables, Volume 3: Marius, Book Eighth: The Wicked Poor Man, Chapter 11: Offers of Service from Misery to Wretchedness<br />
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| − | (Tome 3: Marius, Livre huitième: Le mauvais pauvre, Chapitre 11: Offres de service de la misère à la douleur)
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| − | ==General notes on this chapter==
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| − | ==English text==
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| − | Marius ascended the stairs of the hovel with slow steps; at the moment
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| − | when he was about to re-enter his cell, he caught sight of the elder
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| − | Jondrette girl following him through the corridor. The very sight of this
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| − | girl was odious to him; it was she who had his five francs, it was too
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| − | late to demand them back, the cab was no longer there, the fiacre was far
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| − | away. Moreover, she would not have given them back. As for questioning her
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| − | about the residence of the persons who had just been there, that was
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| − | useless; it was evident that she did not know, since the letter signed
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| − | Fabantou had been addressed "to the benevolent gentleman of the church of
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| − | Saint-Jacquesdu-Haut-Pas."
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| − | Marius entered his room and pushed the door to after him.
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| − | It did not close; he turned round and beheld a hand which held the door
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| − | "What is it?" he asked, "who is there?"
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| − | It was the Jondrette girl.
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| − | "Is it you?" resumed Marius almost harshly, "still you! What do you want
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| − | with me?"
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| − | She appeared to be thoughtful and did not look at him. She no longer had
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| − | the air of assurance which had characterized her that morning. She did not
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| − | enter, but held back in the darkness of the corridor, where Marius could
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| − | see her through the half-open door.
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| − | "Come now, will you answer?" cried Marius. "What do you want with me?"
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| − | She raised her dull eyes, in which a sort of gleam seemed to flicker
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| − | vaguely, and said:—
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| − | "Monsieur Marius, you look sad. What is the matter with you?"
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| − | "With me!" said Marius.
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| − | "Yes, you."
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| − | "There is nothing the matter with me."
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| − | "Yes, there is!"
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| − | "No."
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| − | "I tell you there is!"
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| − | "Let me alone!"
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| − | Marius gave the door another push, but she retained her hold on it.
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| − | "Stop," said she, "you are in the wrong. Although you are not rich, you
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| − | were kind this morning. Be so again now. You gave me something to eat, now
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| − | tell me what ails you. You are grieved, that is plain. I do not want you
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| − | to be grieved. What can be done for it? Can I be of any service? Employ
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| − | me. I do not ask for your secrets, you need not tell them to me, but I may
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| − | be of use, nevertheless. I may be able to help you, since I help my
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| − | father. When it is necessary to carry letters, to go to houses, to inquire
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| − | from door to door, to find out an address, to follow any one, I am of
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| − | service. Well, you may assuredly tell me what is the matter with you, and
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| − | I will go and speak to the persons; sometimes it is enough if some one
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| − | speaks to the persons, that suffices to let them understand matters, and
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| − | everything comes right. Make use of me."
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| − | An idea flashed across Marius' mind. What branch does one disdain when one
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| − | feels that one is falling?
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| − | He drew near to the Jondrette girl.
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| − | "Listen—" he said to her.
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| − | She interrupted him with a gleam of joy in her eyes.
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| − | "Oh yes, do call me thou! I like that better."
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| − | "Well," he resumed, "thou hast brought hither that old gentleman and his
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| − | daughter!"
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| − | "Yes."
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| − | "Dost thou know their address?"
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| − | "No."
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| − | "Find it for me."
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| − | The Jondrette's dull eyes had grown joyous, and they now became gloomy.
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| − | "Is that what you want?" she demanded.
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| − | "Yes."
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| − | "Do you know them?"
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| − | "No."
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| − | "That is to say," she resumed quickly, "you do not know her, but you wish
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| − | to know her."
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| − | This them which had turned into her had something indescribably
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| − | "Well, can you do it?" said Marius.
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| − | "You shall have the beautiful lady's address."
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| − | There was still a shade in the words "the beautiful lady" which troubled
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| − | Marius. He resumed:—
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| − | "Never mind, after all, the address of the father and daughter. Their
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| − | address, indeed!"
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| − | She gazed fixedly at him.
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| − | "What will you give me?"
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| − | "Anything you like."
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| − | "Anything I like?"
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| − | "Yes."
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| − | "You shall have the address."
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| − | She dropped her head; then, with a brusque movement, she pulled to the
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| − | Marius found himself alone.
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| − | He dropped into a chair, with his head and both elbows on his bed,
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| − | absorbed in thoughts which he could not grasp, and as though a prey to
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| − | vertigo. All that had taken place since the morning, the appearance of the
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| − | angel, her disappearance, what that creature had just said to him, a gleam
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| − | of hope floating in an immense despair,—this was what filled his
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| − | brain confusedly.
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| − | All at once he was violently aroused from his revery.
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| − | He heard the shrill, hard voice of Jondrette utter these words, which were
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| − | fraught with a strange interest for him:—
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| − | "I tell you that I am sure of it, and that I recognized him."
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| − | Of whom was Jondrette speaking? Whom had he recognized? M. Leblanc? The
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| − | father of "his Ursule"? What! Did Jondrette know him? Was Marius about to
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| − | obtain in this abrupt and unexpected fashion all the information without
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| − | which his life was so dark to him? Was he about to learn at last who it
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| − | was that he loved, who that young girl was? Who her father was? Was the
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| − | dense shadow which enwrapped them on the point of being dispelled? Was the
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| − | veil about to be rent? Ah! Heavens!
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| − | He bounded rather than climbed upon his commode, and resumed his post near
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| − | Again he beheld the interior of Jondrette's hovel.
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