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Monsieur Babet, Monsieur Guelemer, I'm the person who was charged to investigate this matter." It is remarkable that Eponine did not talk slang. That frightful tongue had become impossible to her since she had known Marius. She pressed in her hand, small, bony, and feeble as that of a skeleton, Guelemer's huge, coarse fingers, and continued: "You know well that I'm no fool.
Have you no longer any kind feeling for your father?" "You bother me," said Eponine. "But we must live, we must eat " "Burst!" So saying, she seated herself on the underpinning of the fence and hummed: "Mon bras si dodu, "My arm so plump, Ma jambe bien faite My leg well formed, Et le temps perdu." And time wasted."
The sweet, feeble being, who should not have understood anything of this world or of God, incessantly punished, scolded, ill-used, beaten, and seeing beside her two little creatures like herself, who lived in a ray of dawn! Madame Thenardier was vicious with Cosette. Eponine and Azelma were vicious. Children at that age are only copies of their mother. The size is smaller; that is all.
When Marius went forth, the street was deserted. This was the moment when Eponine was following the ruffians to the boulevard. While Marius had been dreaming with his head pressed to the tree, an idea had crossed his mind; an idea, alas! that he himself judged to be senseless and impossible. He had come to a desperate decision.
It was in this sort of fold in the interior trapezium of the barricade, that Eponine had breathed her last. There Jean Valjean halted, let Marius slide to the ground, placed his back against the wall, and cast his eyes about him. The situation was alarming. For an instant, for two or three perhaps, this bit of wall was a shelter, but how was he to escape from this massacre?
I was sometimes tempted to say to Gavroche, 'A nice lot of friends you pick up, but I refrained, for, after all, it was an amiable weakness: he might have eaten his dinner all by himself. "The interesting Eponine was more slender and graceful than her brothers, and she was an extraordinarily sensitive, nervous, and electric animal.
There was an affair that promised well in the Rue Plumet, a deserted street, an isolated house, an old rotten gate on a garden, and lone women." "Well! why not?" demanded Thenardier. "Your girl, Eponine, went to see about the matter," replied Babet. "And she brought a biscuit to Magnon," added Guelemer. "Nothing to be made there." "The girl's no fool," said Thenardier. "Still, it must be seen to."
But with all the precautions that Cosette had taken she did not perceive that one of the doll's legs stuck out and that the fire on the hearth lighted it up very vividly. That pink and shining foot, projecting from the shadow, suddenly struck the eye of Azelma, who said to Eponine, "Look! sister." The two little girls paused in stupefaction; Cosette had dared to take their doll!
It was Eponine. The corner of the houses hid them from the insurgents. The corpses carried away from the barricade formed a terrible pile a few paces distant. Javert gazed askance at this body, and, profoundly calm, said in a low tone: "It strikes me that I know that girl." Then he turned to Jean Valjean.
Azelma listened admiringly to Eponine. In the meantime, the drinkers had begun to sing an obscene song, and to laugh at it until the ceiling shook. Thenardier accompanied and encouraged them. As birds make nests out of everything, so children make a doll out of anything which comes to hand. While Eponine and Azelma were bundling up the cat, Cosette, on her side, had dressed up her sword.
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