Chapter 266 di marius

Marius leaves M. Gillenormand's house with a depressed mood.When he went in, he held only a tiny bit of hope, but when he came out, he was extremely disappointed. In addition, anyone who has observed human nature from the beginning must be able to understand him.The grandfather made nonsense about pikemen, officers, fools, and cousin Theodule in front of his grandson, but none of this left a shadow on his heart.Absolutely not.The poet who wrote the play may appear to be suddenly complicating the situation in the grandfather's leak to the grandson, but adding drama compromises authenticity.Marius was at an age when he would never believe that a man can do evil, but not at an age when he believed everything.Doubt is like a wrinkle on the skin.There are no such wrinkles in early youth.What can make Othello flustered cannot touch an honest man.Doubt Cosette!Marius may commit all kinds of crimes without being suspicious of Cosette.

He walked the streets non-stop, which is the norm for distressed people.He didn't think about anything he could recall.At two o'clock in the morning, he returned to Courfeyrac's residence and threw himself on his mattress without taking off his clothes.It was already dawn when he fell asleep in a daze.He fell asleep drowsily, his mind still running wildly.When he awoke, he saw Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Feuilly, and Combeferre standing in the house, putting on their hats, in a great hurry, and preparing to go out into the street. Courfeyrac said to him: "Are you going to bury General Lamarck?"

He sounded like he thought Courfeyrac was speaking Chinese. Not long after they left, he went out too.On the occasion of the incident on February 3rd Javert had handed him two pistols which he had kept in his possession.He carried these two guns in his pockets when he went out into the street.The bullets in the gun remained intact.It was hard to tell what secret thoughts he had in mind to carry these two guns. He wandered aimlessly through the streets all day, and sometimes it rained without him noticing it, and he bought a roll at a bakery for dinner, and as soon as he put it in his pocket, he ate it all. forget.It is said that he took a bath in the Seine, but he himself has no memory of it.Sometimes there is a fire in the mind.Marius was at such a moment.He expected nothing, feared nothing, and since last night he had taken that step.He was like an ant on a hot pot, waiting for the dark, and he had only one clear idea: at nine o'clock he would meet Cosette.This last happiness will become his whole future, and after that, there will be a vast darkness.As he was walking along the most deserted roads, he heard from time to time strange sounds from the Parisian side.He pulled himself together, stretched his head to listen carefully, and said, "Is there a fight?"

Just after dark, at exactly nine o'clock, he came to the Rue Plumet, keeping his promise to Cosette.When he approached the iron gate, he forgot everything.He had not seen Cosette for forty-eight hours, he was about to see her, and all other thoughts disappeared, and he had only this one gratification of unprecedented depth.There is something so overwhelming and beautiful about these few minutes bought with centuries of longing that when it arrives, it takes over the mind. Marius moved the bar, and slipped into the garden.Cosette was not where she usually waited for him.He walked through the grass and into the recess beside the steps. "She must be waiting for me there," he said.Cosette was not there either.He raised his eyes and saw that the shutters in all parts of the house were closed.He searched the garden, but it was empty.He went back to the front of the house, bent on finding his mate, anxious, confused, confused, distressed, wandering about like a parent who comes home at an ill time. There was a beating on the window.She beat it for a while, and then beat it for a while, and didn't care whether she would see her father suddenly open the window, stick out his head, and asked him what he was doing.In his heart at this moment, even if such a thing happened, it was nothing compared to what he had guessed.After beating, he raised his voice and called Cosette. "Cosette!" he cried. "Cosette!" he cried with more urgency.No one answered.It's over.There was no one in the garden, and there was no one in the house.

Disappointed, Marius stared blankly at the gloomy house, which was as black as the tomb and as silent as the grave, and was therefore still more empty.He looked at the stone bench on which he and Cosette had spent so many wonderful moments together!Then he sat down on the stone steps of the steps, full of tenderness and determination, and in the depths of his thoughts he blessed his lover, and said to himself: "Since Cosette is gone, he has but one death." Suddenly he heard a voice calling through the trees in the street: "Monsieur Marius!" He stood up. "Ah!" he said.

"Monsieur Marius, is that you?" "it's me." "Monsieur Marius," said the voice again, "your friends are waiting for you at the barricades in the Rue de la Marcie." The man's voice was not entirely unfamiliar to him, like Eponine's hoarse and rough voice.Marius ran to the iron gate, removed the moving iron bar, put his head through it, and saw a man, who seemed to be a young man, disappear into the gloom.