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Updated: July 29, 2025
I am telling you this so that old age may not alarm you, so that you may know how to die in peace, as dies this verdure, which will shoot out again from its own germs next spring." I listened to my uncle and thought of Babet, who was sleeping in her great bed spread with white linen.
"Why should you defend yourself, my dear fellow. We like you all the better for it, and this humorous adventure makes us merry every evening." "Everybody knows it, then?" "Of course, why not? It makes Camille choke with laughter. Come this evening; I will bring Babet, and she will amuse you as she maintains that you were not mistaken." "She is right." "Eh? what?
Babet, crouching down in the centre of the raft, in the thatch of the roof, was holding little Marie on her knees, the child's head against her breast, to hide the horror of the river from her. Both were bent double, leaning forward in an embrace, as if reduced in stature by fear.
And I no longer knew whether my uncle Lazare was talking to me of my dear valley, or of my dear Babet. We slowly ascended the hills.
Babet thought that the chestnuts looked and smelled very good; the old woman was talking earnestly to some people, who were on her other side; Babet filled her work-bag with chestnuts, and then ran after her mother and sister, who, having turned the corner of the street, had not seen what passed.
The water was dripping from his hair. Guelemer addressed him: "Are you a man, young 'un?" Gavroche shrugged his shoulders, and replied: "A young 'un like me's a man, and men like you are babes." "The brat's tongue's well hung!" exclaimed Babet. "The Paris brat ain't made of straw," added Brujon. "What do you want?" asked Gavroche. Montparnasse answered: "Climb up that flue."
"Why should you defend yourself, my dear fellow. We like you all the better for it, and this humorous adventure makes us merry every evening." "Everybody knows it, then?" "Of course, why not? It makes Camille choke with laughter. Come this evening; I will bring Babet, and she will amuse you as she maintains that you were not mistaken." "She is right." "Eh? what?
Take advantage of this opportunity." This Take advantage of this opportunity meant: Have as many teeth extracted as possible. He had been married and had had children. He did not know what had become of his wife and children. He had lost them as one loses his handkerchief. Babet read the papers, a striking exception in the world to which he belonged.
When I reached the water's edge on that particular morning, I felt something like giddiness at seeing it so gentle and so white. It had never looked so gay. I slipped rapidly beneath the willows, to an open space where a broad patch of sunlight fell on the dark grass. There I laid me down on my stomach, listening, watching the pathway by which Babet would come, through the branches.
"No; give them back again to the old woman," said Victoire. "But, may be, she would scold me for having taken them," said Babet; "or who knows but she might whip me?" "And if she did, could you not bear it?" said Victoire. "I am sure I would rather bear twenty whippings than be a thief."
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