Cosette is about to ask about these strange words, electricity and mutant and elf, when she's entirely distracted by his last sentence.
"The goose! Was he! He never said. Not a word, the little beast." Cosette has little gift for true anger, and little cause for it. Her temper flares quickly, half-laughing always. "He said he was from Paris, that he had been on the barricades -- six months ago, he said, but he was much younger, it didn't make sense -- I said it was no place for a little boy and he said they sent him away. He never said it was the same, he never said he knew Marius. I'll tell him. He'll be glad, I know it."
Cosette is, of course, being a little unfair to Gavroche; so far as she knows, he has no reason to think that she and Marius are acquainted, unless Marius spoke to his friends of his Cosette. But then, why wouldn't he? It's not such a common name, and Gavroche has spoken to her father, it seems -- and anyway, just now she's not so concerned with facts as with pique.
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"The goose! Was he! He never said. Not a word, the little beast." Cosette has little gift for true anger, and little cause for it. Her temper flares quickly, half-laughing always. "He said he was from Paris, that he had been on the barricades -- six months ago, he said, but he was much younger, it didn't make sense -- I said it was no place for a little boy and he said they sent him away. He never said it was the same, he never said he knew Marius. I'll tell him. He'll be glad, I know it."
Cosette is, of course, being a little unfair to Gavroche; so far as she knows, he has no reason to think that she and Marius are acquainted, unless Marius spoke to his friends of his Cosette. But then, why wouldn't he? It's not such a common name, and Gavroche has spoken to her father, it seems -- and anyway, just now she's not so concerned with facts as with pique.