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— William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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Chapter 294 of 365

Chapter Vii—gavroche As A Profound Calculator Of Distances

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Marius kept his promise. He dropped a kiss on that livid brow, wherethe icy perspiration stood in beads.
This was no infidelity to Cosette; it was a gentle and pensive farewellto an unhappy soul.

It was not without a tremor that he had taken the letter which Éponine had given him. He had immediately felt that it was an event of weight. He was impatient to read it. The heart of man is so constituted that the unhappy child had hardly closed her eyes when Marius began to think of unfolding this paper.

He laid her gently on the ground, and went away. Something told him that he could not peruse that letter in the presence of that body.

He drew near to a candle in the tap-room. It was a small note, foldedand sealed with a woman’s elegant care. The address was in a woman’shand and ran:—
“To Monsieur, Monsieur Marius Pontmercy, at M. Courfeyrac’s, Rue de laVerrerie, No. 16.”

He broke the seal and read:—

“My dearest, alas! my father insists on our setting out immediately. We shall be this evening in the Rue de l’Homme Armé, No. 7. In a week we shall be in England. COSETTE. June 4th.”

Such was the innocence of their love that Marius was not evenacquainted with Cosette’s handwriting.

Chapter Vii—gavroche As A Profound Calculator Of Distances

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