cosette

Cosette applied herself to her work once more, but for a quarter of an hour she felt her heart leaping in her bosom like a big snow-flake.

As for the hideous vision of the Barriere du Maine, Cosette had not referred to it again.

And who knows if, when she came to be aware of all this some day, and found herself a nun to her sorrow, Cosette would not come to hate him?

Cosette had suffered so much, that she feared everything, even to speak or to breathe.

All day long, Cosette remained in a sort of bewilderment.

Cosette, without troubling herself to understand anything, was inexpressibly happy with that doll and that kind man.

He took Cosette by his left hand, and with his right he picked up his cudgel, which was lying on the ground.

As for Cosette, she had not been initiated into any of these secrets; but it would be harsh to condemn her also.

It was the shadow of a man, who must have been standing on the border of the clump of shrubbery, a few paces in the rear of Cosette.

Whether from terror or courage, Cosette had not breathed a sound, though her hands were a little abraded.

The prioress, that pronounced prognosticator, immediately took a fancy to Cosette and gave her a place in the school as a charity pupil.

It was the same enchantment in two souls, tinged with voluptuousness in Marius, and with modesty in Cosette.

No doubt, Cosette did belong to another; but should he, Jean Valjean, retain of Cosette all that he could retain?

Cosette, who only understood in a very confused manner, redoubled her caresses, as though she desired to pay Marius' debt.

As for Cosette, she had had Toussaint take some broth to her room, and did not make her appearance until evening.

They might have torn out his nails before one of the two sacred syllables of which that ineffable name, Cosette, was composed.

Cosette was the difficulty, for she did not know how to climb a wall.

What was the Champmathieu affair in comparison with Cosette's marriage and of that which it entailed?

Cosette did not understand a word. "You are right, " she said to him. Meanwhile the carriage rolled on.

"Come, child, " he said to Cosette; and he made haste to quit the Rue Pontoise.

When Cosette went out with him, she leaned on his arm, proud and happy, in the plenitude of her heart.

When he did not take Cosette with him, she remained with the old woman; but the child's delight was to go out with the good man.

Moreover, from the mere inspection of Cosette's toilet, a woman would have recognized the fact that she had no mother.

This road, through which Cosette had passed, excluded for him all possibility of any other itinerary.

He looked at her once more; then he removed his hands from Cosette's shoulders, seized the bucket, and set out again.

You cause me a great deal of pain. One does have freaks, but one does not cause one's little Cosette grief.

The Thenardier hostelry was like a spider's web, in which Cosette had been caught, and where she lay trembling.

Henceforth, Toussaint was of no use to Jean Valjean; Cosette inherited her and promoted her to the rank of lady's maid.

He had confined himself to gradually estranging Jean Valjean from his house and to effacing him, as much as possible, from Cosette's mind.

Cosette dropped her head, and went for an empty bucket which stood near the chimney-corner.

Cosette, but a year before only an indifferent little girl, would have replied: "Why, no, he is charming. "

Marius, since that time, had not gone further than to touch Cosette's hand, or her kerchief, or a lock of her hair, with his lips.

The chamber with a dressing-room, which he occupied with Cosette, was the one whose window opened on the boulevard.

This enthusiastic impulse was on the point of becoming poignant for Jean Valjean. He gently removed Cosette's arms, and took his hat.

When his eyes fell again, he saw Cosette smiling at him.

Marius and Cosette never asked themselves whither this was to lead them. They considered that they had already arrived.

Cosette was in her usual place, seated on the cross-bar of the kitchen table near the chimney.

When he reached the slant of the wall where he had left Cosette, he noticed that no one could see him there.

Cosette walked along gravely, with her large eyes wide open, and gazing at the sky.

Toussaint had not risen, and Cosette, naturally, thought that her father was asleep.

The most powerful determining cause of his admission had been the prioress's observation upon Cosette: "She will grow up ugly. "

Only, he thought of Cosette with a pang at his heart.

Jean Valjean allowed himself to slide down the roof, still holding fast to Cosette, reached the linden-tree, and leaped to the ground.

Sometimes, beautiful as Cosette was, Marius shut his eyes in her presence.

Cosette had not quitted the Rue Plumet without making an effort at resistance.

Cosette was pale, and had fallen at full length on the ground at his feet, without a movement.

He gazed at the stone seat on which he had passed so many adorable hours with Cosette.

Cosette did not know what love was.

Cosette, though ready to swoon, uttered no cry.

Cosette, so pretty and rosy on her arrival in that house, was now thin and pale.

Cosette was beginning to be tired.

In the tone with which he uttered these words there lay a melancholy so solemn and so tranquil, that Cosette trembled.

He dined with Cosette, and he had a loaf of black bread on the table for his own use.

This constituted the terror of the poor creature whom the reader has probably not forgotten, --little Cosette.

With Cosette, and behind her, there had entered a man with white hair who was grave yet smiling, though with a vague and heartrending smile.

Such was the innocence of their love that Marius was not even acquainted with Cosette's handwriting.

He stepped up to Cosette. She was asleep.

After all it was a ruse of the Thenardiers to obtain money. Cosette was not ill.

He repeated Cosette's name for whole nights in the melancholy loquacity of fever, and with the sombre obstinacy of agony.

Cosette, that charming existence, was the raft of this shipwreck.

When she had passed the corner of the last house, Cosette paused.

At nightfall, at nine o'clock precisely, as he had promised Cosette, he was in the Rue Plumet.

As for Marius, as he allowed them to dress his wounds and care for him, he had but one fixed idea: Cosette.

Cosette laughed at it, and called this valise his inseparable, saying: "I am jealous of it. "

Cosette's thin and sickly face was vaguely outlined by the livid light in the sky.

Near your bed Cosette has placed a huge, old, easy-chair covered with Utrecht velvet and she has said to it: 'Stretch out your arms to him.

She said, "When I get rich, I will have my Cosette with me; " and she laughed.

It means, sir, that I shall take back Cosette.

She bent down and discovered Cosette cowering at the other end of the table, almost under the drinkers' feet.

As he put these questions to himself, he touched Cosette's hands.

Cosette laid her head on the shoulder of the good man and said not a word.

he looked at Cosette's blotting-book, and the consciousness of the reality returned to him.

And she pointed to Cosette. Cosette, absorbed in the ecstasies of possession, no longer saw or heard anything.

"Come. " he said to Cosette.

Certain little proprieties , certain special conventionalities, were not observed by Cosette.

On her side, Cosette languished.

It hardly occurred to Marius that Cosette had a father. His brain was dazzled and obliterated.

Cosette saw him through the hole in her shutter.

Cosette, utterly overwhelmed by this unexpected blow, had hastily penned a couple of lines to Marius.

As for Cosette's education, it was almost finished and complete.

They talked low. Marius, resting on his elbow on his reclining chair, Cosette standing beside him.

Cosette shuddered, and pressed close to the old man.

Do you remember how he said to me yesterday, when I spoke to him of Cosette, Soon, soon?

It was the wedding night of Marius and Cosette.

It was quite natural that Cosette should think herself Jean Valjean's daughter.

He who felt that he could never do anything but crawl, walk at the most, beheld wings sprouting on Cosette.

But he had found Cosette sad; Cosette had been weeping.

Cosette asked nothing more, since she had but one need on earth, Marius.

Here Cosette lost ground a little. She ceased to command and passed to questioning.

Nature, a difference of fifty years, had set a profound gulf between Jean Valjean and Cosette; destiny filled in this gulf.

Cosette was not at the spot where she ordinarily waited for him.

Cosette was intoxicated, delighted, frightened, in heaven.

That day, Cosette's glance drove Marius beside himself, and Marius' glance set Cosette to trembling.

Towards the middle of the Bridge, Cosette, whose feet were benumbed, wanted to walk.

Cosette was somewhat vexed at the useless little effort made by her memory.

She had gone in search of Cosette at her husband's orders.

One day Cosette chanced to say "father" to him.

As for Marius and Cosette, they were gazing at each other while this was going on; they hardly heeded this detail.

"But, Madame, " said Cosette, feebly, "there is no water. "

Cosette was her only servant; a mouse in the service of an elephant.

While this was taking place, what had Cosette been doing?

Cosette followed him without difficulty.

Cosette knew nothing of what was going on in Paris.

They reached the village. Cosette guided the stranger through the streets.

Cosette laughed, chattered, and sang from daybreak.

Marius had taken Cosette to his father's grave.

Should he enter into participation in the fair fortunes of Cosette and Marius?

The man led Cosette off in the direction of Livry and Bondy.

Then the woman recognized Cosette. "Well, " said she, "it's the Lark! "

Cosette paid no heed to this, passed her evening and slept well that night, as usual, and thought of it only when she woke.

Alas! he walked with no less indecision than Cosette.

The minute when Cosette would love might strike at any moment.

At first, he only remained a few minutes with Cosette, and then went away.

Only once did Cosette make a mistake and alarm him.

That evening, Cosette was alone in the drawing-room.

Cosette had taken only her portfolio and her blotting-book.

Every girl needs a chaperon. Cosette could not have come without M. Fauchelevent.

"Father, " Cosette asked him one day, "what is there in that box which smells so good? "

He opened the valise and drew from it Cosette's outfit.

He could not be Cosette's father.

When Monsieur le Docteur pleases, he shall bring me Cosette.

No one knew, not even Cosette.

Many years passed in this manner; Cosette was growing up.

Yes. But Cosette is not ugly.

A ray illuminated Cosette's pale face.

Cosette became angry.

"Gone! " she cried; "he has gone to get Cosette. "

He knelt beside Cosette's bed.

M. Madeleine immediately sent three hundred francs more, and wrote, "Make haste to bring Cosette. "

She is exquisite, this darling. She's a masterpiece, this Cosette!

Jean Valjean's first care had been to get hold of his shoes and put them on again, then to step under the shed with Cosette.

Cosette gazed at the stone, asking herself what it meant.

Cosette, Cosette. This is a chain we'll never break.

Then, in order to prevent Cosette eating black bread, Jean Valjean ate white bread.

Cosette had emerged from under the table.

when one saw her handle Cosette, one said, "That is the hangman . "

Toussaint did not fail in her duty, and Cosette was well aware of the fact, but she could not refrain from adding

Will you weep, Cosette, For me?

"Of what man are you speaking? " asked Cosette.

The letter is for Mademoiselle Cosette, is it not?

He will be here to-morrow with Cosette: how far is it from here to Montfermeil?

A few feet below Cosette's window, in the ancient and perfectly black cornice of the wall, there was a martin's nest;

Cosette turned toward him her beautiful eyes, all filled with anguish, and replied in a sort of bewilderment

all at once he shuddered convulsively , and his mouth, glued to Cosette's garments, kissed them;

Marius becomes Practical once more to the Extent of Giving Cosette his Address

Cosette Side by Side with the Stranger in the Dark

I shall feel the benediction of the good God when Cosette is here

The Two Old Men Do Everything, Each One After His Own Fashion, to Render Cosette Happy

Alone I wait in the shadows I count the hours till I can sleep I dreamed a dream Cosette stood by It made her weep to know I die

And then, Cosette had, for long years, been habituated to seeing enigmas around her;

And, turning to Marius and Cosette, with both arms extended in blessing, he cried

For Cosette, to listen to Marius talk in politics;

When Cosette's mother had taken her departure, the man said to the woman

Ten years ago He came and paid for Cosette I let her go for a song It's time we settled the debt This'll cost him dear

From it he slowly drew forth the garments in which, ten years before, Cosette had quitted Montfermeil;