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At this absolute assertion, the Jondrette woman raised her large, red, blonde face and stared at the ceiling with a horrible expression. At that moment, she seemed to Marius even more to be feared than her husband. She was a sow with the look of a tigress. "What!" she resumed, "that horrible, beautiful young lady, who gazed at my daughters with an air of pity, she is that beggar brat! Oh!
One of these blocks of shadow entirely covered the wall against which Marius was leaning, so that he disappeared within it. Mother Jondrette raised her eyes, did not see Marius, took the two chairs, the only ones which Marius possessed, and went away, letting the door fall heavily to behind her. She re-entered the lair. "Here are the two chairs." "And here is the lantern.
This was certainly the paper, the fashion of folding, the dull tint of ink; it was certainly the well-known handwriting, especially was it the same tobacco. The Jondrette garret rose before his mind.
Marius's faltering fingers had come near letting the pistol fall. Jondrette, by revealing his identity, had not moved M. Leblanc, but he had quite upset Marius. That name of Thenardier, with which M. Leblanc did not seem to be acquainted, Marius knew well. Let the reader recall what that name meant to him! That name he had worn on his heart, inscribed in his father's testament!
As he spoke, Jondrette did not look at M. Leblanc, who was observing him. M. Leblanc's eye was fixed on Jondrette, and Jondrette's eye was fixed on the door. Marius' eager attention was transferred from one to the other. M. Leblanc seemed to be asking himself: "Is this man an idiot?"
This man wore a violet knitted vest, which was old, worn, spotted, cut and gaping at every fold, wide trousers of cotton velvet, wooden shoes on his feet, no shirt, had his neck bare, his bare arms tattooed, and his face smeared with black. He had seated himself in silence on the nearest bed, and, as he was behind Jondrette, he could only be indistinctly seen.
All at once, he turned to the female Jondrette, folded his arms and exclaimed: "And would you like to have me tell you something? The young lady " "Well, what?" retorted his wife, "the young lady?" Marius could not doubt that it was really she of whom they were speaking. He listened with ardent anxiety. His whole life was in his ears.
I am with the distinguished consideration which is due to the benefactors of humanity, Jondrette. P.S. My eldest daughter will await your orders, dear Monsieur Marius. This letter, coming in the very midst of the mysterious adventure which had occupied Marius' thoughts ever since the preceding evening, was like a candle in a cellar. All was suddenly illuminated.
"I will be here at six, and I will fetch you the sixty francs." "My benefactor!" exclaimed Jondrette, overwhelmed. And he added, in a low tone: "Take a good look at him, wife!" M. Leblanc had taken the arm of the young girl, once more, and had turned towards the door. "Farewell until this evening, my friends!" said he. "Six o'clock?" said Jondrette. "Six o'clock precisely."
Marius felt a cold chill pass through his limbs at hearing this mild answer from Jondrette. "Pardieu! I'll go and get one of our neighbor's." And with a rapid movement, she opened the door of the den, and went out into the corridor. Marius absolutely had not the time to descend from the commode, reach his bed, and conceal himself beneath it. "Take the candle," cried Jondrette.
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