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Cosette Fauchelevent (
2016-01-14 08:15 pm (UTC)
"He shall not ever again." That's fierce, watery and defiant, even if it's rather muffled.
"He -- he was, he didn't -- I don't know what he was thinking!" Only she does, now, a little. She sits up just enough to scrub fruitlessly at her eyes. "He was... he was trying to protect me. From secrets in his past. I don't care a bit about them, I don't, he's my dear papa! But he was so very--"
, she bites back.
"I thought he'd gone away on a trip. He does that sometimes, you know, if never so long. He said so. I sent my maid to ask at his door.
He's on a trip, madame, he'll send for you when he returns
. That's the word she brought. And he was there all along, he was ill and getting weaker, he never said a word to me! Not until M. Javert showed up at the door and told us to go to him. And then Father called me Cosette, he called me
, but he was so very ill, it was horrible."
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