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Cosette Fauchelevent (
2014-05-05 05:17 am (UTC)
It's Cosette's turn to be silent for a few steps.
"I thought it was a dream," she says at last.
Now she's even less sure what to think, how to feel.
"I was glad -- so glad! I still am. I never thought it possible. I only knew she had died. I never thought I would see her before Heaven."
She had only the faintest image of her mother in her heart, constructed more from stories and wishes than any memory: a dim, warm, enfolding maternal presence, all affection and light, perhaps hair and eyes like Cosette's own, no clear image of a face. Now she has a name, Fantine, and the clear memory of a young woman's face tear-streaked and smiling.
She was missing teeth. She was thin and worn. Her father called her
, she called him
She was Cosette's mother, and she wept for joy to see her.
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