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Les Miserables, a novel by Victor Hugo |
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VOLUME III - BOOK SIXTH - THE CONJUNCTION OF TWO STARS - CHAPTER IX. Eclipse |
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_ The reader has just seen how Marius discovered, or thought that he discovered, that She was named Ursule. Appetite grows with loving. To know that her name was Ursule He had committed his first blunder, by falling into the ambush She lived in the Rue de l'Ouest, in the most unfrequented spot, From that moment forth, Marius added to his happiness of seeing His hunger was increasing. He knew her first name, at least, One evening, after he had followed them to their dwelling, "Is that the gentleman who lives on the first floor, who has just "No," replied the porter. "He is the gentleman on the third floor." Another step gained. This success emboldened Marius. "On the front?" he asked. "Parbleu!" said the porter, "the house is only built on the street." "And what is that gentleman's business?" began Marius again. "He is a gentleman of property, sir. A very kind man who does "What is his name?" resumed Marius. The porter raised his head and said:-- "Are you a police spy, sir?" Marius went off quite abashed, but delighted. He was getting on. "Good," thought he, "I know that her name is Ursule, that she is On the following day, M. Leblanc and his daughter made only a very On the next day they did not come to the Luxembourg. Marius waited At nightfall, he went to the Rue de l'Ouest, and saw a light He walked about beneath the windows until the light was extinguished. The next day, no one at the Luxembourg. Marius waited all day, His dinner took care of itself. Fever nourishes the sick man, He spent a week in this manner. M. Leblanc no longer appeared Marius indulged in melancholy conjectures; he dared not watch On the eighth day, when he arrived under the windows, there was "Hello!" he said, "the lamp is not lighted yet. But it is dark. He went away in a very gloomy frame of mind. On the morrow,--for he only existed from morrow to morrow, No light in the windows; the shades were drawn; the third floor Marius rapped at the porte cochere, entered, and said to the porter:-- "The gentleman on the third floor?" "Has moved away," replied the porter. Marius reeled and said feebly:-- "How long ago?" "Yesterday." "Where is he living now?" "I don't know anything about it." "So he has not left his new address?" "No." And the porter, raising his eyes, recognized Marius. "Come! So it's you!" said he; "but you are decidedly a spy then?" _ |