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know the house well； I will take you to it。〃
She withdrew her hand and went on； in a tone which could have rent the heart of an observer； but which did not even graze Marius in his intoxicated and ecstatic state：
〃Oh！ how glad you are！〃
A cloud swept across Marius' brow。
He seized Eponine by the arm：
〃Swear one thing to me！〃
〃Swear！〃 said she； 〃what does that mean？
e！
You want me to swear？〃
And she laughed。
〃Your father！ promise me； Eponine！
Swear to me that you will not give this address to your father！〃
She turned to him with a stupefied air。
〃Eponine！
How do you know that my name is Eponine？〃
〃Promise what I tell you！〃
But she did not seem to hear him。
〃That's nice！
You have called me Eponine！〃
Marius grasped both her arms at once。
〃But answer me； in the name of Heaven！ pay attention to what I am saying to you； swear to me that you will not tell your father this address that you know！〃
〃My father！〃 said she。
〃Ah yes； my father！
Be at ease。 He's in close confinement。
Besides； what do I care for my father！〃
〃But you do not promise me！〃 exclaimed Marius。
〃Let go of me！〃 she said； bursting into a laugh； 〃how you do shake me！ Yes！
Yes！
I promise that！
I swear that to you！
What is that to me？ I will not tell my father the address。
There！
Is that right？ Is that it？〃
〃Nor to any one？〃 said Marius。
〃Nor to any one。〃
〃Now；〃 resumed Marius； 〃take me there。〃
〃Immediately？〃
〃Immediately。〃
〃e along。
Ah！ how pleased he is！〃 said she。
After a few steps she halted。
〃You are following me too closely； Monsieur Marius。
Let me go on ahead； and follow me so； without seeming to do it。
A nice young man like you must not be seen with a woman like me。〃
No tongue can express all that lay in that word； woman； thus pronounced by that child。
She proceeded a dozen paces and then halted once more； Marius joined her。 She addressed him sideways； and without turning towards him：
〃By the way； you know that you promised me something？〃
Marius fumbled in his pocket。
All that he owned in the world was the five francs intended for Thenardier the father。
He took them and laid them in Eponine's hand。
She opened her fingers and let the coin fall to the ground； and gazed at him with a gloomy air。
〃I don't want your money；〃 said she。
AN APPARITION TO MARIUS
Some days after this visit of a 〃spirit〃 to Farmer Mabeuf； one morning； it was on a Monday； the day when Marius borrowed the hundred…sou piece from Courfeyrac for ThenardierMarius had put this coin in his pocket； and before carrying it to the clerk's office； he had gone 〃to take a little stroll；〃 in the hope that this would make him work on his return。
It was always thus； however。
As soon as he rose； he seated himself before a book and a sheet of paper in order to scribble some translation； his task at that epoch consisted in turning into French a celebrated quarrel between Germans； the Gans and Savigny controversy； he took Savigny； he took Gans； read four lines； tried to write one； could not； saw a star between him and his paper； and rose from his chair； saying：
〃I shall go out。 That will put me in spirits。〃
And off he went to the Lark's meadow。
There he beheld more than ever the star； and less than ever Savigny and Gans。
He returned home； tried to take up his work again； and did not succeed； there was no means of re…knotting a single one of the threads which were broken in his brain； then he said to himself：
〃I will not go out to…morrow。 It prevents my working。〃
And he went out every day。
He lived in the Lark's meadow more than in Courfeyrac's lodgings。 That was his real address：
Boulevard de la Sante； at the seventh tree from the Rue Croulebarbe。
That morning he had quitted the seventh tree and had seated himself on the parapet of the River des Gobelins。
A cheerful sunlight penetrated the freshly unfolded and luminous leaves。
He was dreaming of 〃Her。〃
And his meditation turning to a reproach； fell back upon himself； he reflected dolefully on his idleness； his paralysis of soul； which was gaining on him； and of that night which was growing more dense every moment before him； to such a point that he no longer even saw the sun。
Nevertheless； athwart this painful extrication of indistinct ideas which was not even a monologue； so feeble had action bee in him； and he had no longer the force to care to despair； athwart this melancholy absorption； sensations from without did reach him。 He heard behind him； beneath him； on both banks of the river； the laundresses of the Gobelins beating their linen； and above his head； the birds chattering and singing in the elm…trees。 On the one hand； the sound of liberty； the careless happiness of the leisure which has wings； on the other； the sound of toil。 What caused him to meditate deeply； and almost reflect； were two cheerful sounds。
All at once； in the midst of his dejected ecstasy； he heard a familiar voice saying：
〃e！
Here he is！〃
He raised his eyes； and recognized that wretched child who had e to him one morning； the elder of the Thenardier daughters； Eponine； he knew her name now。
Strange to say； she had grown poorer and prettier； two steps which it had not seemed within her power to take。 She had acplished a double progress； towards the light and towards distress。
She was barefooted and in rags； as on the day when she had so resolutely entered his chamber； only her rags were two months older now； the holes were larger； the tatters more sordid。 It was the same harsh voice； the same brow dimmed and wrinkled with tan； the same free； wild； and vacillating glance。
She had besides； more than formerly； in her face that indescribably terrified and lamentable something which sojourn in a prison adds to wretchedness。
She had bits of straw and hay in her hair； not like Ophelia through having gone mad from the contagion of Hamlet's madness； but because she had slept in the loft of some stable。
And in spite o