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Les Misérables, v. 2
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Cosette let go the bucket, and the man walked on by her side.
"It is really very heavy," he muttered; then added, "What is your age, little one?"
"Eight years, sir."
"And have you come far with this?"
"From the spring in the wood."
"And how far have you to go?"
"About a quarter of an hour's walk."
The man stopped for a moment, and then suddenly said, —
"Then you have not a mother?"
"I do not know," the child answered.
Before the man had time to speak, she continued, —
"I do not think so; other girls have one, but I have not."
And after a silence, she added, —
"I believe that I never had one."
The man stopped, put the bucket on the ground, and laid his two hands on her shoulders, making an effort to see her face in the darkness. Cosette's thin sallow countenance was vaguely designed in the vivid gleam of the sky.
"What is your name?" the man asked her.
"Cosette."
The man seemed to have an electric shock; he looked at her again, then removed his hands, took the bucket up again, and continued his walk. A moment after he asked, —
"Where do you live, little one?"
"At Montfermeil, if you know the place."
"Are we going there?"
"Yes, sir."
There was another pause, and then he began again.
"Who was it that sent you to fetch water from the wood at this hour?"
"Madame Thénardier."
The man continued with an accent which he strove to render careless, but in which there was, for all that, a singular tremor: —
"What is this Madame Thénardier?"
"She is my mistress," the child said, "and keeps the inn."
"The inn?" remarked the man; "well, I am going to lodge there to-night. Show me the way."
"We are going to it."
Though the man walked rather quickly, Cosette had no difficulty in keeping up with him; she no longer felt fatigue, and from time to time raised her eyes to this man with a sort of indescribable calmness and confidence. She had never been taught to turn her eyes toward Providence, and yet she felt within her something that resembled hope and joy, and which rose to heaven. After the lapse of a few minutes the man continued, —
"Does Madame Thénardier keep no servant?"
"No, sir."
"Is there no one but you?"
"No, sir."
There was another interruption, and then Cosette raised her voice, —
"That is to say, there are two little girls."
"What little girls?"
"Ponine and Zelma."
The child simplified in this way the romantic names dear to Madame Thénardier.
"Who are they?"
"They are Madame Thénardier's young ladies, as you may say, – her daughters."
"And what do they do?"
"Oh!" said the child, "they have handsome dolls, and things all covered with gold. They play about and amuse themselves."
"All day?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you?"
"Oh, I work."
"All day?"
The child raised her large eyes, in which stood a tear, invisible in the darkness, and replied softly, —
"It is really very heavy," he muttered; then added, "What is your age, little one?"
"Eight years, sir."
"And have you come far with this?"
"From the spring in the wood."
"And how far have you to go?"
"About a quarter of an hour's walk."
The man stopped for a moment, and then suddenly said, —
"Then you have not a mother?"
"I do not know," the child answered.
Before the man had time to speak, she continued, —
"I do not think so; other girls have one, but I have not."
And after a silence, she added, —
"I believe that I never had one."
The man stopped, put the bucket on the ground, and laid his two hands on her shoulders, making an effort to see her face in the darkness. Cosette's thin sallow countenance was vaguely designed in the vivid gleam of the sky.
"What is your name?" the man asked her.
"Cosette."
The man seemed to have an electric shock; he looked at her again, then removed his hands, took the bucket up again, and continued his walk. A moment after he asked, —
"Where do you live, little one?"
"At Montfermeil, if you know the place."
"Are we going there?"
"Yes, sir."
There was another pause, and then he began again.
"Who was it that sent you to fetch water from the wood at this hour?"
"Madame Thénardier."
The man continued with an accent which he strove to render careless, but in which there was, for all that, a singular tremor: —
"What is this Madame Thénardier?"
"She is my mistress," the child said, "and keeps the inn."
"The inn?" remarked the man; "well, I am going to lodge there to-night. Show me the way."
"We are going to it."
Though the man walked rather quickly, Cosette had no difficulty in keeping up with him; she no longer felt fatigue, and from time to time raised her eyes to this man with a sort of indescribable calmness and confidence. She had never been taught to turn her eyes toward Providence, and yet she felt within her something that resembled hope and joy, and which rose to heaven. After the lapse of a few minutes the man continued, —
"Does Madame Thénardier keep no servant?"
"No, sir."
"Is there no one but you?"
"No, sir."
There was another interruption, and then Cosette raised her voice, —
"That is to say, there are two little girls."
"What little girls?"
"Ponine and Zelma."
The child simplified in this way the romantic names dear to Madame Thénardier.
"Who are they?"
"They are Madame Thénardier's young ladies, as you may say, – her daughters."
"And what do they do?"
"Oh!" said the child, "they have handsome dolls, and things all covered with gold. They play about and amuse themselves."
"All day?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you?"
"Oh, I work."
"All day?"
The child raised her large eyes, in which stood a tear, invisible in the darkness, and replied softly, —
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