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Jean sat down slowly in the padded Venetian chair before her writing table. "Jaggs?" she asked. "Yes, miss." "And why didn't you come here at once?" "I thought I might be followed, miss." The girl bit her lip and nodded. "You did quite right," she said, and then after a moment's reflection, "We shall be in Paris next week. You had better go by the night train and wait for us at the flat."
So you are going to be perfectly contented in your abominable Rue de l'Homme Arme. I was very desperate indeed there, that I was. What have you against me? You cause me a great deal of grief. Fi!" And, becoming suddenly serious, she gazed intently at Jean Valjean and added: "Are you angry with me because I am happy?" Ingenuousness sometimes unconsciously penetrates deep.
Among the names of the fourteenth century are those of Gautier de Bruceles, Renier de Treit, Gautier de Poulogne, and Jean de Laon, while Jean Harent of Calais is recorded as having worked, for Mme. d'Artois, in 1319, a robe decorated "a bestelettes et a testes."
His face was serious, and his eyes glowed with anxiety and anger as he laid aside his gun, and spoke a few commanding words to his wife. It was broad daylight when Jean opened her eyes and looked curiously around. It was a still, frosty morning. The sun sifted down through the branches of the trees, and formed a fantastic net-work of light and shadow upon the ground.
Outside Jean de Gravois was dancing up and down in the starlit edge of the forest, and Iowaka was looking at him. "And NOW what do you think of your Jean de Gravois?" cried Jean for the hundredth time at least. "NOW what do you think of him, my beautiful one?" and he caught Iowaka's head in his arms, for the hundredth time, too, and kissed her until she pushed him away.
George Masson continued his pleading. "You were always a man of mind" Jean Jacques' fierce agitation visibly subsided, and a surly sort of vanity crept into his face "and you married a girl who cared more for what you did than what you thought that is sure, for I know women. I am not married, and I have had much to do with many of them. I will tell you the truth.
Red splendors faded from the sky, leaving a pearl-gray bank heaped over the farther river. Still Jean watched Kaskaskia. "But the glory remains when the light fades away," he sung to himself. He had caught the line from some English boatmen. "Ye dog, ye dog, where are you, ye dog?" called a voice from the woods behind him. "Here, grandfather," answered Jean, starting like a whipped dog.
Cosette on perceiving that her father was ill, had deserted the pavilion and again taken a fancy to the little lodging and the back courtyard. She passed nearly all her days beside Jean Valjean and read to him the books which he desired. Generally they were books of travel.
"I should say," Leigh said, "that the first thing to do will be to tell the generals that we must, for the present, leave them. Then we must go to Nantes in disguise, find out where she is imprisoned, and see what can be done to rescue her." "Certainly that is the best thing, Leigh. Let us start at once." "It will be daylight in two hours, Jean, and that will make no difference.
"And so you are, Miss Percival." "So much the better if I have been so fortunate as to make myself understood. Good-by, Monsieur Jean till tomorrow!" Mrs. Scott and Miss Percival returned slowly toward the castle. "And now, Susie," said Bettina, "scold me well, I expect it, I have deserved it." "Scold you! Why?" "You are going to say, I am sure, that I have been too familiar with that young man."
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