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And, passing resolutely through the door, she entered the drawing-room. She was dressed in a voluminous white dressing-gown, with a thousand folds and large sleeves which, starting from the neck, fell to her feet. 　　In the golden heavens of some ancient gothic pictures, there are these charming sacks fit to clothe the angels. 　　She contemplated herself from head to foot in a long mirror, then exclaimed, in an outburst of ineffable ecstasy: 　　"There was once a King and a Queen. 　　Oh! how happy I am!" 　　That said, she made a curtsey to Marius and to Jean Valjean. 　　"There," said she, "I am going to install myself near you in an easy-chair, we breakfast in half an hour, you shall say anything you like, I know well that men must talk, and I will be very good." 　　Marius took her by the arm and said lovingly to her: 　　"We are talking business." 　　"By the way," said Cosette, "I have opened my window, a flock of pierrots has arrived in the garden,--Birds, not maskers. To-day is Ash-Wednesday; but not for the birds." 　　"I tell you that we are talking business, go, my little Cosette, leave us alone for a moment. 　　We are talking figures. 　　That will bore you." 　　"You have a charming cravat on this morning, Marius. 　　You are very dandified, monseigneur.

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　　No, it will not bore me." 　　"I assure you that it will bore you." 　　"No. Since it is you. 　　I shall not understand you, but I shall listen to you. 　　When one hears the voices of those whom one loves, one does not need to understand the words that they utter. That we should be here together--that is all that I desire. I shall remain with you, bah!" 　　"You are my beloved Cosette! 　　Impossible."

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　"Impossible!" 　　"Yes." 　　"Very good," said Cosette. 　　"I was going to tell you some news. I could have told you that your grandfather is still asleep, that your aunt is at mass, that the chimney in my father Fauchelevent's room smokes, that Nicolette has sent for the chimney-sweep, that Toussaint and Nicolette have already quarrelled, that Nicolette makes sport of Toussaint's stammer. 　　Well, you shall know nothing. Ah! it is impossible? you shall see, gentlemen, that I, in my turn, can say: 　　It is impossible. replica chanel replica chanel purse replica chanel bags replica chanel handbags fake chanel chanel watches replica replica chanel watches replica chanel sunglasses chanel sunglasses replica