Chapter 210 A ray of light in the eight slums

The eldest daughter came up and put her hand on her father's and said: "Touch, how cold I am." "What's that!" said her father. "I'm much colder than that." The mother cried out impatiently: "You are better than others in everything, you! Even bad things are better than you." "Shut up!" said the man. Mother saw that her expression was wrong, so she stopped talking. There was a moment of silence in the slum.The older daughter was idle, scraping the mud off the hem of her cloak, the younger sister was still sobbing, and the mother took her head in both hands and kissed it, saying to her in a low voice:

"My baby, please, it's okay, don't cry, your father will be angry." "No!" cried her father, "on the contrary! You cry! You cry! It will be good to cry." Then he said to the older one: "What! He doesn't come! What if he doesn't come! I've put out my fire, pierced my chair, tore my shirt, and smashed my glass! " "And cut my little sister!" the mother muttered. "You know," my father went on, "it's as cold as a dog in this haunted den. If the man doesn't come! Oh! I see! He's telling us to wait! He thinks: 'All right! Just let 'em wait for me! That's their job!' Oh! I hate these fellows so much, I'm happy and happy when I strangle 'em all, these rich men! All these rich men! These Self-proclaimed good men, full of honey, go to mass, believe in some thieves priests, worship some melon skin hats, turn them upside down, can't finish turning the two skins of their mouths, and think they are superior to us, come to humiliate us, Well said, to send us clothes! Ragged clothes not worth four sous, and bread! That's not what I want, you lot of bastards! I want money! Humph! Money! Don't think about it! Because they say we'll take it to drink, and say we're all drunks and slobs! And themselves! What are they? What have they ever done? Thieves! Not thieves, what are they To be rich! Oh! This society should be lifted up in the air like the four corners of a tablecloth! It is possible to be ruined, but at least no one will have anything, so it is worthwhile! . . . What the hell is he doing, your benevolent Mr. Mouth? Is he coming! The bastard probably forgot the address! I bet the old bastard . . . "

At this time, someone knocked lightly on the door, and the man hurried to the door, opened the door, saluted deeply again and again, with a smile of admiration on his face, and said loudly: "Please come in, sir! Please do me the honor, come in, I have long admired you, my benefactor, you beautiful lady, please come in too." A man approaching advanced age and a young girl appeared at the door of the slum. Marius did not leave the place where he stood.His feelings at this moment cannot be expressed in human language. It was "she" who came. Anyone who has been in love knows all the bright and brilliant meanings contained in this simple word "she".

Indeed she came.Marius' eyes flashed brightly, and it was almost impossible to see her clearly.That was the long-lost beloved, the star that had shone on him for six months, those eyes, that forehead, that mouth, that beautiful face that took away the sunlight when it was hidden.The illusion that had been shattered now appeared before my eyes again. She reappeared in this darkness, in this shabby house, in this shapeless slum, in this ugly place! Marius trembled with horror.how!It could be her!His heart was pounding so hard his eyes couldn't see clearly.He felt himself about to burst into tears.how!After searching here and there for so long, I saw her here again!It seemed to him that he had found his lost soul.

She was still the same, only a little paler, with a delicate face in a purple velvet hat, and her body disappeared in a black satin cloak.Under her long dress, one could faintly see a pair of satin boots wrapping her slender feet. She is still accompanied by Mr. Bai. She took a few steps toward the middle of the room and placed a rather large package on the table. Mademoiselle Jondrette had withdrawn behind the door of the room, gazing with melancholy at the velvet hat, the satin cloak, and the happy and charming face.