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CHAPTER V
COSETTE AFTER
THE LETTER
As Cosette read, she gradually fell into thought. At the
very moment when she raised her eyes from the last line of
the note-book, the handsome officer passed triumphantly
in front of the gate,— it was his hour; Cosette thought him
hideous.
She resumed her contemplation of the book. It was
written in the most charming of chirography, thought Co-
sette; in the same hand, but with divers inks, sometimes
very black, again whitish, as when ink has been added to
the inkstand, and consequently on different days. It was,
then, a mind which had unfolded itself there, sigh by sigh,
irregularly, without order, without choice, without object,
hap-hazard. Cosette had never read anything like it. This
manuscript, in which she already perceived more light than
obscurity, produced upon her the effect of a half-open sanc-
tuary. Each one of these mysterious lines shone before her
eyes and inundated her heart with a strange radiance. The
education which she had received had always talked to her
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