Chapter 346 three marius attack

One day, when M. Gillenormand's daughter was arranging the bottles and cups on the marble-topped cabinet, M. Gillenormand bent down and said to Marius in his softest voice: "You know, my little Marius, if I were you, I would eat meat instead of fish right now. Plaice is best for starting recovery, but to make a sick man stand, he'd have to eat a big chop .” Marius, almost recovered, gathered his strength, stretched himself up on the bed, put his fists on the sheet, looked into his grandfather's face, and said with a threatening expression: "Speaking of ribs, I have something to tell you."

"What's up?" "It's just that I want to get married." "I knew it earlier." Grandfather said, so he laughed. "Why, did you already know?" "Yes, I knew it earlier. You will marry your little girl." Marius froze, breathless with surprise, trembling in every limb. M. Gillenormand continued: "Yes, you're going to marry your pretty little girl. She sends an old gentleman to inquire about you every day on her behalf. Ever since you were wounded, she's been weeping and making gauze. I've asked. She lives at No. 7 Martial Arts Street. Ah, yes! Ah! You want her. Well, you will have her. You can't think of it. You use your little trick and say to yourself: 'I'm going to tell this grandfather straight This Regency and Directorate mummy, this playboy of the past, this Taurant who became Geronde, had his love affairs, had love affairs, and made friends. Had coquettish women, and had his Cosette; he had flaunted, and had wings, and he had youth; he should remember that.' We shall wait and see. War. Ah! Daredevil corner, well, I'll give you a chop and you answer me, 'Speaking of which, I'm getting married.' You're going to change the subject! Ah! You're going to have a fight with me! You haven't Know I'm an old coward. What do you think? You're full of complaints. You find out that your grandpa is stupider than you. You didn't expect it. The speech you were going to give me was useless, Mr. Lawyer. That's funny. Yeah. Want to get angry, forget it. I'll do whatever you want, it'll surprise you, fool! Listen to me, I've found out, and I can plot, she's a beautiful girl, and wise, spearman It's not true. She makes a lot of gauze, she's a baby, she loves you. If you die, we'll all three die; her coffin will be with me. As soon as you get better, I'm going to Just bring her to your bed, but only in novels, immediately bring girls to the bed of the wounded handsome man they are interested in. It is not proper to do that. What should your aunt say You are naked three-quarters of the time, my child. Ask Nicolette, who is always with you, if there is any way to receive a woman here. Besides, what should the doctor do? Say? A beautiful woman can't cure a fever. Anyway, well, don't talk about it anymore, it's decided, it's decided, it's decided, marry her. You see, I'm such a cruel man. You know, I see you I don't like it, and I'm thinking about what to do to make this little beast love me? I think, yes, little Cosette is in my hands, and if I give her to him, he will love me more or less , or else he will speak his truth. Ah! Do you think the old man is going to be furious again, yelling, refusing, and picking up a stick to beat the new generation. Not at all. Cosette, agree! Love , agree! I agree with all my hands, sir, if you please marry me. I wish you happiness, my dear child."

After saying this, the old man burst into tears. He took Marius's head, and pressed his arms to his old breast, and they both wept.This is the expression of supreme happiness. "My father!" cried Marius. "Ah! You still love me!" said the old man. For an indescribable moment, they were suffocated and unable to speak. Then the old man stammered and said: "Okay! He figured it out. He called me 'Father.'" Marius took his head out of his grandfather's arms and said softly: "But, father, now that I am cured, I feel I can see her."

"I thought of that too. You can see her tomorrow." "Father!" "What's the matter?" "Why not today?" "Okay, today. That's it. You called me 'Father' three times, and it's worth my concession. I'll figure it out, someone will send her here! I've figured it out, let me tell you. It's written in these plot poems , at the end of André Chenier's elegy "The Sick Youth", this André Chenier was beheaded by the villain...by the great man of 1993." It seemed to M. Gillenormand that Marius frowned.In fact, we should make it clear that he no longer listened to his grandfather, and when he was ecstatic, he thought much more about Cosette than about 1793.

"The word beheading is inappropriate. The fact is that the great geniuses of the revolution did not mean any harm, that's for sure. They were heroes, of course! They felt that André Chenier was in the way, so they put him in the The end is delivered... That is to say, these great people, in the public interest, invite André Chenier to go on the 7th of Thermidor..." M. Gillenormand was caught up in his own words, unable to continue, neither to end nor to cancel.While his daughter was making the pillow behind Marius, the old man, disturbed by passion, rushed out of the bedroom with the speed of his age, shut the door behind him, flushed, foaming at the throat, bulging eyes, I was having a face-to-face meeting with the loyal servant Basque who was shining shoes in the waiting room.Seizing Basque by the collar, he shouted angrily, "I swear to a hundred thousand gossips, these bandits killed him."

"Who, sir?" "André Chenier!" "Yes, sir," answered the terrified Basque.