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Les Mis&eacute;rables, 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 huiti&egrave;me: Le mauvais pauvre, Chapitre 11: Offres de service de la mis&egrave;re &agrave; la douleur)
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==General notes on this chapter==
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==French text==
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Marius monta l'escalier de la masure &agrave; pas lents; &agrave; l'instant o&ugrave; il
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allait rentrer dans sa cellule, il aper&ccedil;ut derri&egrave;re lui dans le corridor
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la Jondrette a&icirc;n&eacute;e qui le suivait. Cette fille lui fut odieuse &agrave; voir,
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c'&eacute;tait elle qui avait ses cinq francs, il &eacute;tait trop tard pour les lui
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redemander, le cabriolet n'&eacute;tait plus l&agrave;, le fiacre &eacute;tait bien loin.
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D'ailleurs elle ne les lui rendrait pas. Quant &agrave; la questionner sur la
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demeure des gens qui &eacute;taient venus tout &agrave; l'heure, cela &eacute;tait inutile,
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il &eacute;tait &eacute;vident qu'elle ne la savait point, puisque la lettre sign&eacute;e
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Fabantou &eacute;tait adress&eacute;e ''au monsieur bienfaisant de l'&eacute;glise
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Saint-Jacques-du-Haut-Pas''.
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Marius entra dans sa chambre et poussa sa porte derri&egrave;re lui.
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Elle ne se ferma pas; il se retourna et vit une main qui retenait la
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porte entr'ouverte.
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&mdash;Qu'est-ce que c'est? demanda-t-il, qui est l&agrave;?
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C'&eacute;tait la fille Jondrette.
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&mdash;C'est vous? reprit Marius presque durement, toujours vous donc! Que me
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voulez-vous?
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Elle semblait pensive et ne regardait pas. Elle n'avait plus son
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assurance du matin. Elle n'&eacute;tait pas entr&eacute;e et se tenait dans l'ombre du
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corridor, o&ugrave; Marius l'apercevait par la porte entre-b&acirc;ill&eacute;e.
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&mdash;Ah &ccedil;&agrave;, r&eacute;pondrez-vous? fit Marius. Qu'est-ce que vous me voulez?
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Elle leva sur lui son &oelig;il morne o&ugrave; une esp&egrave;ce de clart&eacute; semblait
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s'allumer vaguement, et lui dit:
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&mdash;Monsieur Marius, vous avez l'air triste. Qu'est-ce que vous avez?
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&mdash;Moi! dit Marius.
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&mdash;Oui, vous.
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&mdash;Je n'ai rien.
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&mdash;Si!
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&mdash;Non.
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&mdash;Je vous dis que si!
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&mdash;Laissez-moi tranquille!
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Marius poussa de nouveau la porte, elle continua de la retenir.
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&mdash;Tenez, dit-elle, vous avez tort. Quoique vous ne soyez pas riche, vous
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avez &eacute;t&eacute; bon ce matin. Soyez-le encore &agrave; pr&eacute;sent. Vous m'avez donn&eacute; de
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quoi manger, dites-moi maintenant ce que vous avez. Vous avez du
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chagrin, cela se voit. Je ne voudrais pas que vous eussiez du chagrin.
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Qu'est-ce qu'il faut faire pour cela? Puis-je servir &agrave; quelque chose?
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Employez-moi. Je ne vous demande pas vos secrets, vous n'aurez pas
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besoin de me dire, mais enfin je peux &ecirc;tre utile. Je peux bien vous
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aider, puisque j'aide mon p&egrave;re. Quand il faut porter des lettres, aller
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dans les maisons, demander de porte en porte, trouver une adresse,
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suivre quelqu'un, moi je sers &agrave; &ccedil;a. Eh bien, vous pouvez bien me dire ce
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que vous avez, j'irai parler aux personnes. Quelquefois quelqu'un qui
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parle aux personnes, &ccedil;a suffit pour qu'on sache les choses, et tout
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s'arrange. Servez-vous de moi.
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Une id&eacute;e traversa l'esprit de Marius. Quelle branche d&eacute;daigne-t-on quand
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on se sent tomber?
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Il s'approcha de la Jondrette.
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&mdash;&Eacute;coute... lui dit-il.
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Elle l'interrompit avec un &eacute;clair de joie dans les yeux.
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&mdash;Oh! oui, tutoyez-moi! j'aime mieux cela.
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&mdash;Eh bien, reprit-il, tu as amen&eacute; ici ce vieux monsieur avec sa
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fille....
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&mdash;Oui.
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&mdash;Sais-tu leur adresse?
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&mdash;Non.
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&mdash;Trouve-la-moi.
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L'&oelig;il de la Jondrette, de morne, &eacute;tait devenu joyeux, de joyeux il
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devint sombre.
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&mdash;C'est l&agrave; ce que vous voulez? demanda-t-elle.
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&mdash;Oui.
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&mdash;Est-ce que vous les connaissez?
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&mdash;Non.
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&mdash;C'est-&agrave;-dire, reprit-elle vivement, vous ne la connaissez pas, mais
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vous voulez la conna&icirc;tre.
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Ce ''les'' qui &eacute;tait devenu ''la'' avait je ne sais quoi de significatif et
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d'amer.
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&mdash;Enfin, peux-tu? dit Marius.
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&mdash;Vous avoir l'adresse de la belle demoiselle?
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Il y avait encore dans ces mots &laquo;la belle demoiselle&raquo; une nuance qui
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importuna Marius. Il reprit:
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&mdash;Enfin n'importe! l'adresse du p&egrave;re et de la fille. Leur adresse,
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quoi!
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Elle le regarda fixement.
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&mdash;Qu'est-ce que vous me donnerez?
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&mdash;Tout ce que tu voudras!
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&mdash;Tout ce que je voudrai?
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&mdash;Oui.
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&mdash;Vous aurez l'adresse.
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Elle baissa la t&ecirc;te, puis d'un mouvement brusque elle tira la porte qui
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se referma.
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Marius se retrouva seul.
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Il se laissa tomber sur une chaise, la t&ecirc;te et les deux coudes sur son
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lit, ab&icirc;m&eacute; dans des pens&eacute;es qu'il ne pouvait saisir et comme en proie &agrave;
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un vertige. Tout ce qui s'&eacute;tait pass&eacute; depuis le matin, l'apparition de
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l'ange, sa disparition, ce que cette cr&eacute;ature venait de lui dire, une
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lueur d'esp&eacute;rance flottant dans un d&eacute;sespoir immense, voil&agrave; ce qui
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emplissait confus&eacute;ment son cerveau.
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Tout &agrave; coup il fut violemment arrach&eacute; &agrave; sa r&ecirc;verie.
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Il entendit la voix haute et dure de Jondrette prononcer ces paroles
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pleines du plus &eacute;trange int&eacute;r&ecirc;t pour lui:
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&mdash;Je te dis que j'en suis s&ucirc;r et que je l'ai reconnu.
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De qui parlait Jondrette? il avait reconnu qui? M. Leblanc? le p&egrave;re de
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&laquo;son Ursule&raquo;? quoi! est-ce que Jondrette le connaissait? Marius
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allait-il avoir de cette fa&ccedil;on brusque et inattendue tous les
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renseignements sans lesquels sa vie &eacute;tait obscure pour lui-m&ecirc;me?
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allait-il savoir enfin qui il aimait, qui &eacute;tait cette jeune fille? qui
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&eacute;tait son p&egrave;re? l'ombre si &eacute;paisse qui les couvrait &eacute;tait-elle au moment
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de s'&eacute;claircir? Le voile allait-il se d&eacute;chirer? Ah! ciel!
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Il bondit, plut&ocirc;t qu'il ne monta, sur la commode, et reprit sa place
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pr&egrave;s de la petite lucarne de la cloison.
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Il revoyait l'int&eacute;rieur du bouge Jondrette.
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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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half open.
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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:&mdash;
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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&mdash;" 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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significant and bitter about it.
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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:&mdash;
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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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door, which closed behind her.
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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,&mdash;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:&mdash;
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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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the little peep-hole in the partition wall.
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Again he beheld the interior of Jondrette's hovel.
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