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and gazed at him in an attitude of menace and almost of bat。
〃She is dying；〃 said Jondrette。
〃But what do you expect； sir！ She has so much courage； that woman has！
She's not a woman； she's an ox。〃
The Jondrette； touched by his pliment； deprecated it with the affected airs of a flattered monster。
〃You are always too good to me； Monsieur Jondrette！〃
〃Jondrette！〃 said M。 Leblanc； 〃I thought your name was Fabantou？〃
〃Fabantou； alias Jondrette！〃 replied the husband hurriedly。 〃An artistic sobriquet！〃
And launching at his wife a shrug of the shoulders which M。 Leblanc did not catch； he continued with an emphatic and caressing inflection of voice：
〃Ah！ we have had a happy life together； this poor darling and I！ What would there be left for us if we had not that？
We are so wretched； my respectable sir！
We have arms； but there is no work！
We have the will； no work！
I don't know how the government arranges that； but； on my word of honor； sir； I am not Jacobin； sir； I am not a bousingot。＇30＇ I don't wish them any evil； but if I were the ministers； on my most sacred word； things would be different。
Here； for instance； I wanted to have my girls taught the trade of paper…box makers。 You will say to me：
‘What！ a trade？'
Yes！
A trade！
A simple trade！ A bread…winner！ What a fall； my benefactor！
What a degradation； when one has been what we have been！
Alas！
There is nothing left to us of our days of prosperity！
One thing only； a picture； of which I think a great deal； but which I am willing to part with； for I must live！
Item； one must live！〃
＇30＇ A democrat。
While Jondrette thus talked； with an apparent incoherence which detracted nothing from the thoughtful and sagacious expression of his physiognomy； Marius raised his eyes； and perceived at the other end of the room a person whom he had not seen before。 A man had just entered； so softly that the door had not been heard to turn on its hinges。
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。
That sort of magnetic instinct which turns aside the gaze； caused M。 Leblanc to turn round almost at the same moment as Marius。 He could not refrain from a gesture of surprise which did not escape Jondrette。
〃Ah！
I see！〃 exclaimed Jondrette； buttoning up his coat with an air of plaisance； 〃you are looking at your overcoat？
It fits me！ My faith； but it fits me！〃
〃Who is that man？〃 said M。 Leblanc。
〃Him？〃 ejaculated Jondrette； 〃he's a neighbor of mine。
Don't pay any attention to him。〃
The neighbor was a singular…looking individual。
However； manufactories of chemical products abound in the Faubourg Saint…Marceau。 Many of the workmen might have black faces。
Besides this； M。 Leblanc's whole person was expressive of candid and intrepid confidence。
He went on：
〃Excuse me； what were you saying； M。 Fabantou？〃
〃I was telling you； sir； and dear protector；〃 replied Jondrette placing his elbows on the table and contemplating M。 Leblanc with steady and tender eyes； not unlike the eyes of the boa…constrictor； 〃I was telling you； that I have a picture to sell。〃
A slight sound came from the door。
A second man had just entered and seated himself on the bed； behind Jondrette。
Like the first； his arms were bare； and he had a mask of ink or lampblack。
Although this man had； literally； glided into the room； he had not been able to prevent M。 Leblanc catching sight of him。
〃Don't mind them；〃 said Jondrette； 〃they are people who belong in the house。
So I was saying； that there remains in my possession a valuable picture。
But stop； sir； take a look at it。〃
He rose； went to the wall at the foot of which stood the panel which we have already mentioned； and turned it round； still leaving it supported against the wall。
It really was something which resembled a picture； and which the candle illuminated； somewhat。
Marius could make nothing out of it； as Jondrette stood between the picture and him； he only saw a coarse daub； and a sort of principal personage colored with the harsh crudity of foreign canvasses and screen paintings。
〃What is that？〃 asked M。 Leblanc。
Jondrette exclaimed：
〃A painting by a master； a picture of great value； my benefactor！ I am as much attached to it as I am to my two daughters； it recalls souvenirs to me！
But I have told you； and I will not take it back； that I am so wretched that I will part with it。〃
Either by chance； or because he had begun to feel a dawning uneasiness； M。 Leblanc's glance returned to the bottom of the room as he examined the picture。
There were now four men； three seated on the bed； one standing near the door…post； all four with bare arms and motionless； with faces smeared with black。
One of those on the bed was leaning against the wall； with closed eyes； and it might have been supposed that he was asleep。 He was old； his white hair contrasting with his blackened face produced a horrible effect。
The other two seemed to be young； one wore a beard； the other wore his hair long。
None of them had on shoes； those who did not wear socks were barefooted。
Jondrette noticed that M。 Leblanc's eye was fixed on these men。
〃They are friends。
They are neighbors；〃 said he。
〃Their faces are black because they work in charcoal。
They are chimney…builders。 Don't trouble yourself about them； my benefactor； but buy my picture。 Have pity on my misery。
I will not ask you much for it。
How much do you think it is worth？〃
〃Well；〃 said M。 Leblanc； looking Jondrette full in the eye； and with the manner of a man who is on his guard； 〃it is some signboard for a tavern； and is worth about three francs。〃
Jondrette replied sweetly：
〃Have you your pocket…book with you？
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