Chapter 213 Eleven poor, please serve the pain

Marius walked slowly up the stairs of the old house, step by step, and was about to return to his deserted room when he suddenly saw Miss Jondrette coming after him from the passage.When he saw the girl, he couldn't help being angry. It was she who took his five francs. It was too late to ask her for it, the cab was no longer where it was, and the car had gone a long way. , and she may not be willing to pay back.It would be of no use to ask her the addresses of the two men who had just arrived, first of all, she herself did not know, because the letter signed by Fabondu's name was addressed to "Saint Jacques de Au. Mr. Barbados of the Benevolent Church".

Marius entered his room, and shut the door behind his back. The door wouldn't close, and he turned around to see a hand holding the half-open door. "What is it?" he asked. "Who is it?" It was Miss Jondrette. "It's you?" Marius continued, in an almost harsh voice. "It's you! What do you want?" She seemed to be thinking about something, but didn't answer.She is no longer as proud as she was in the morning.She did not enter, but stood in the shadows in the passage, and Marius could see her through the half-open door. "Why, why don't you answer?" said Marius. "What are you doing here?"

She raised her gloomy eyes to look at him, and there seemed to be a faint light in them, and she said to him: "Monsieur Marius, you look unhappy. What is on your mind?" "Me?" said Marius. "Yes, you." "I have nothing." "Must have!" "No." "I said you must have!" "Don't make trouble!" Marius tried to close the door again, but she held back. "Listen," she said, "you don't have to. You have no money, but you were a good man this morning. Now be a good man again. You have given me food, now put your mind Tell me. You're troubled, I can see it. I don't want you to be troubled. How can I make you happy? Can I help? Use me. I don't want to know your secrets, you don't have to tell me, but I am useful after all. If I can help my father, I can certainly help you. If you want to send some letters, go to some people, go door-to-door, ask someone's address, follow someone, I can do it. Right? You can tell me your business at ease, and I can pass the message. Sometimes you need to pass the message personally, just tell him the message, and the matter will be settled. Let me do it for you Work hard."

An idea suddenly occurred to Marius.What kind of branch can a man despise when he feels himself about to fall? He took a step closer to Mademoiselle Jondrette. "Listen to me..." he told her. She interrupted him at once, with a gleam of joy in her eyes. "Oh! Yes, you can talk to me as 'you'. I like it when you do it!" "Well," he went on, "you brought the old gentleman and his daughter here just now?" "yes." "Do you know where they live?" "have no idea." "Find it for me." Miss Jondrette's eyes, which had turned from melancholy to joy, now turned from joy to gloom.

"Is this what you want?" she asked. "yes." "Do you know them?" "do not know." "That is to say," she changed quickly, "you don't know her, but you want to know her." She changed "they" to "she", and there is an indescribably intriguing bitterness here. "Never mind, can you do it?" "Find out the address of that beautiful young lady for you?" There was another tinge of displeasure in the words "that fair lady."He went on to say: "It's the same anyway! Then the address of the father and daughter, their address, that's it!"

She looked at him fixedly. "What will you pay me?" "You can do whatever you want." "Whatever I want, all right?" "yes." "I will do it." She lowered her head, and then with a hasty movement, she closed the door suddenly. Marius was left alone again. He sat down in a chair, resting his head and elbows on the edge of the bed, sinking into a thousand incomprehensible thoughts, only feeling dizzy and unable to control himself.The events that have been happening continuously since early morning, the angel's appearance and disappearance, what the girl said to him just now, a gleam of light floating in the boundless sea of ​​suffering, a little hope, all these are chaotically filled in his mind inside.

All of a sudden he woke up from the dream again. He heard Jondrette's loud and harsh voice say these words, which struck him as very strange and had a lot to do with him: "Tell you, I must have read it correctly, I have recognized it, it is him." Who is Jondrette talking about?Who did he recognize?Mr. Bai? The father of "his Yuxiuer"?how!Jondrette knew him already?Had Marius been able to learn everything so suddenly and unexpectedly that he no longer felt the bleakness of his life?Will he finally know who he loves?Who is that girl?Who is her father?Is it time to dissipate the thick shadow that covered them?The veil about to tear?what!God!

He did not climb up the chest of drawers, but jumped onto it, and he was again at the side of the little hole in the upper partition. The situation in Jondrette's cave unfolded before his eyes again.