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　　That　day；　Cosette's　glance　drove　Marius　beside　himself；　and　Marius'　glance　set　Cosette　to　trembling。
　　Marius　went　away　confident；　and　Cosette　uneasy。
　　From　that　day　forth；　they　adored　each　other。
　　The　first　thing　that　Cosette　felt　was　a　confused　and　profound　melancholy。　It　seemed　to　her　that　her　soul　had　bee　black　since　the　day　before。　She　no　longer　recognized　it。
　　The　whiteness　of　soul　in　young　girls；　which　is　posed　of　coldness　and　gayety；　resembles　snow。
　　It　melts　in　love；　which　is　its　sun。
　　Cosette　did　not　know　what　love　was。
　　She　had　never　heard　the　word　uttered　in　its　terrestrial　sense。
　　On　the　books　of　profane　music　which　entered　the　convent；　amour　（love）　was　replaced　by　tambour　（drum）　or　pandour。
　　This　created　enigmas　which　exercised　the　imaginations　of　the　big　girls；　such　as：
　　Ah；　how　delightful　is　the　drum！　or；　Pity　is　not　a　pandour。
　　But　Cosette　had　left　the　convent　too　early　to　have　occupied　herself　much　with　the　〃drum。〃
　　Therefore；　she　did　not　know　what　name　to　give　to　what　she　now　felt。
　　Is　any　one　the　less　ill　because　one　does　not　know　the　name　of　one's　malady？
　　She　loved　with　all　the　more　passion　because　she　loved　ignorantly。　She　did　not　know　whether　it　was　a　good　thing　or　a　bad　thing；　useful　or　dangerous；　eternal　or　temporary；　allowable　or　prohibited；　she　loved。
　　She　would　have　been　greatly　astonished；　had　any　one　said　to　her：
　　〃You　do　not　sleep？
　　But　that　is　forbidden！　You　do　not　eat？
　　Why；　that　is　very　bad！
　　You　have　oppressions　and　palpitations　of　the　heart？
　　That　must　not　be！
　　You　blush　and　turn　pale；　when　a　certain　being　clad　in　black　appears　at　the　end　of　a　certain　green　walk？
　　But　that　is　abominable！〃　She　would　not　have　understood；　and　she　would　have　replied：　〃What　fault　is　there　of　mine　in　a　matter　in　which　I　have　no　power　and　of　which　I　know　nothing？〃
　　It　turned　out　that　the　love　which　presented　itself　was　exactly　suited　to　the　state　of　her　soul。
　　It　was　a　sort　of　admiration　at　a　distance；　a　mute　contemplation；　the　deification　of　a　stranger。　It　was　the　apparition　of　youth　to　youth；　the　dream　of　nights　bee　a　reality　yet　remaining　a　dream；　the　longed…for　phantom　realized　and　made　flesh　at　last；　but　having　as　yet；　neither　name；　nor　fault；　nor　spot；　nor　exigence；　nor　defect；　in　a　word；　the　distant　lover　who　lingered　in　the　ideal；　a　chimaera　with　a　form。　Any　nearer　and　more　palpable　meeting　would　have　alarmed　Cosette　at　this　first　stage；　when　she　was　still　half　immersed　in　the　exaggerated　mists　of　the　cloister。
　　She　had　all　the　fears　of　children　and　all　the　fears　of　nuns　bined。
　　The　spirit　of　the　convent；　with　which　she　had　been　permeated　for　the　space　of　five　years；　was　still　in　the　process　of　slow　evaporation　from　her　person；　and　made　everything　tremble　around　her。
　　In　this　situation　he　was　not　a　lover；　he　was　not　even　an　admirer；　he　was　a　vision。　She　set　herself　to　adoring　Marius　as　something　charming；　luminous；　and　impossible。
　　As　extreme　innocence　borders　on　extreme　coquetry；　she　smiled　at　him　with　all　frankness。
　　Every　day；　she　looked　forward　to　the　hour　for　their　walk　with　impatience；　she　found　Marius　there；　she　felt　herself　unspeakably　happy；　and　thought　in　all　sincerity　that　she　was　expressing　her　whole　thought　when　she　said　to　Jean　Valjean：
　　〃What　a　delicious　garden　that　Luxembourg　is！〃
　　Marius　and　Cosette　were　in　the　dark　as　to　one　another。
　　They　did　not　address　each　other；　they　did　not　salute　each　other；　they　did　not　know　each　other；　they　saw　each　other；　and　like　stars　of　heaven　which　are　separated　by　millions　of　leagues；　they　lived　by　gazing　at　each　other。
　　It　was　thus　that　Cosette　gradually　became　a　woman　and　developed；　beautiful　and　loving；　with　a　consciousness　of　her　beauty；　and　in　ignorance　of　her　love。
　　She　was　a　coquette　to　boot　through　her　ignorance。


BOOK　THIRD。THE　HOUSE　IN　THE　RUE　PLUMET
CHAPTER　VII　
　　TO　ONE　SADNESS　OPPOSE　A　SADNESS　AND　A　HALF
　　　All　situations　have　their　instincts。
　　Old　and　eternal　Mother　Nature　warned　Jean　Valjean　in　a　dim　way　of　the　presence　of　Marius。　Jean　Valjean　shuddered　to　the　very　bottom　of　his　soul。
　　Jean　Valjean　saw　nothing；　knew　nothing；　and　yet　he　scanned　with　obstinate　attention；　the　darkness　in　which　he　walked；　as　though　he　felt　on　one　side　of　him　something　in　process　of　construction；　and　on　the　other；　something　which　was　crumbling　away。
　　Marius；　also　warned；　and；　in　accordance　with　the　deep　law　of　God；　by　that　same　Mother　Nature；　did　all　he　could　to　keep　out　of　sight　of　〃the　father。〃
　　Nevertheless；　it　came　to　pass　that　Jean　Valjean　sometimes　espied　him。
　　Marius'　manners　were　no　longer　in　the　least　natural。
　　He　exhibited　ambiguous　prudence　and　awkward　daring。
　　He　no　longer　came　quite　close　to　them　as　formerly。　He　seated　himself　at　a　distance　and　pretended　to　be　reading；　why　did　he　pretend　that？
　　Formerly　he　had　e　in　his　old　coat；　now　he　wore　his　new　one　every　day；　Jean　Valjean　was　not　sure　that　he　did　not　have　his　hair　curled；　his　eyes　were　very　queer；　he　wore　gloves；　in　short；　Jean　Valjean　cordially　detested　this　young　man。
　　Cosette　allowed　nothing　to　be　divined。
　　Without　knowing　just　what　was　the　matter　with　her　she　was　convinced　that　there　was　something　in　it；　and　that　it　must　be　concealed。
　　There　was　a　coincidence　between　the　taste　for　the　toilet　which　had　recently　e　to　Cosette；　and　the　habit　of　new　clothes　developed　by　that　stranger　which　was　very　repugnant　to　Jean　Valjean。
　　It　might　be　accidental；　no　doubt；　certainly；　but　it　was　a　menacing　accident。
　　He　never　opened　his　mouth　to　Cosette　about　this　stranger。
　　One　day；　however；　he　could　not　refrain　from　so　doing；　and；　with　that　vague　despair　which　suddenly　casts　the　lead　into　the　depths　of　its　despair；　he　said　to　her：
　　〃What　a　very　pedantic　air　that　young　man　has！〃
　　Cosette；　but　a　year　before　only　an　indifferent　little　girl；　would　have　replied：
　　〃Why；　no；　he　is　charming。〃
　　Ten　years　later；　with　the　love　of　Marius　in　her　heart；　she　would　have　answered：　〃A　pedant；　and　insufferable　to　the　sight！
　　You　are　right！〃　At　the　moment　in　life　and　the　heart　which　she　had　then　attained；　she　contented　herself　with　replying；　with　supreme　calmness：　〃That　young　man！〃
　　As　though　she　now　beheld　him　for　the　first　time　in　her　life。
　　〃How　stupid　I　am！〃　thought　Jean　Valjean。
　　〃She　had　not　noticed　him。　It　is　I　who　have　pointed　him　out　to　her。〃
　　Oh；　simplicity　of　the　old！　oh；　the　depth　of　children！
　　It　is　one　of　the　laws　of　those　fresh　years　of　suffering　and　trouble；　of　those　vivacious　conflicts　between　a　first　love　and　the　first　obstacles；　that　the　young　girl　does　not　allow　herself　to　be　caught　in　any　trap　whatever；　and　that　the　young　man　falls　into　every　one。　Jean　Valjean　had　instituted　an　undeclared　war　against　Marius；　which　Marius；　with　the　sublime　stupidity　of　his　passion　and　his　age；　did　not　divine。
　　Jean　Valjean　laid　a　host　of　ambushes　for　him；　he　changed　his　hour；　he　changed　his　bench；　he　forgot　his　handkerchief；　he　came　alone　to　the　Luxembourg；　Marius　dashed　headlong　into　all　these　snares；　and　to　all　the　interrogation　marks　planted　by　Jean　Valjean　in　his　pathway；　he　ingenuously　answered　〃yes。〃　But　Cosette　remained　immured　in　her　apparent　unconcern　and　in　her　imperturbable　tranquillity；　so　that　Jean　Valjean　arrived　at　the　following　conclusion：
　　〃That　ninny　is　madly　in　love　with　Cosette；　but　Cosette　does　not　even　know　that　he　exists。〃
　　None　the　less　did　he　bear　in　his　heart　a　mournful　tremor。　The　minute　when　Cosette　would　love　might　strike　at　any　moment。　Does　not　everything　begin　with　indifference？
　　Only　once　did　Cosette　make　a　mistake　and　alarm　him。
　　He　rose　from　his　seat　to　depart；　after　a　stay　of　three　hours；　and　she　said：　〃What；　already？〃
　　Jean　Valjean　had　not　discontinued　his　trips　to　the　Luxembourg；　as　he　did　not　wish　to　do　anything　out　of　the　way；　and　as；　above　all　things；　he　feared　to　arouse　Cosette；　but　during　the　hours　which　were　so　sweet　to　the　lovers；　while　Cosette　was　sending　her　smile　to　the　intoxicated　Marius；　who　perceived　nothing　else　now；　and　who　now　saw　nothing　in　all　the　world　but　an　adored　and　radiant　face；　Jean　Valjean　was　fixing　on　Marius　flashing　and　terrible　eyes。
　　He；　who　had　finally　e　to　believe　himself　incapable　of　a　malevolent　feeling；　experienced　moments　when　Marius　was　present；　in　which　he　thought　he　was　being　savage　and　ferocious　once　more；　and　he　felt　the　old　depths　of　his　soul；　which　had　formerly　contained　so　much　wrath；　opening　once　more　and　rising　up　against　that　young　man。
　　It　almost　seemed　to　him　that　unknown　craters　were　forming　in　his　bosom。
　　What！　he　was　there；　that　creature！
　　What　was　he　there　for？　He　came　creeping　about；　smelling　out；　examining；　trying！　He　came；　saying：
　　〃Hey！
　　Why　not？〃
　　He　came　to　prowl　about　his；　Jean　Valjean's；　life！　to　prowl　about　his　happiness；　with　the　purpose　of　seizing　it　and　bearing　it　away！
　　Jean　Valjean　added：
　　〃Yes；　that's　it！
　　What　is　he　in　search　of？　An　adventure！
　　What　does　he　want？
　　A　love　affair！
　　A　love　affair！　And　I？
　　What！
　　I　have　been　first；　the　most　wretched　of　men；　and　then　the　most　unhappy；　and　I　have　traversed　sixty　years　of　life　on　my　knees；　I　have　suffered　everything　that　man　can　suffer；　I　have　grown　old　without　having　been　young；　I　have　lived　without　a　family；　without　relatives；　without　friends；　without　life；　without　children；　I　have　left　my　blood　on　every　stone；　on　every　bramble；　on　every　mile…post；　along　every　wall；　I　have　been　gentle；　though　others　have　been　hard　to　me；　and　kind；　although　others　have　been　malicious；　I　have　bee　an　honest　man　once　more；　in　spite　of　everything；　I　have　repented　of　the　evil　that　I　have　done　and　have　forgiven　the　evil　that　has　been　done　to　me；　and　at　the　moment　when　I　receive　my　repense；　at　the　moment　when　it　is　all　over；　at　the　moment　when　I　am　just　touching　the　goal；　at　the　moment　when　I　have　what　I　desire；　it　is　well；　it　is　good；　I　have　paid；　I　have　earned　it；　all　this　is　to　take　flight；　all　this　will　vanish；　and　I　shall　lose　Cosette；　and　I　shall　lose　my　life；　my　joy；　my　soul；　because　it　has　pleased　a　great　booby　to　e　and　lounge　at　the　Luxembourg。〃
　　Then　his　eyes　were　filled　with　a　sa