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to lose sight of her； I should like to know with whom she is living； so that I could go to see her from time to time； so that she may know that her good foster…father is alive； that he is watching over her。 In short； there are things which are not possible。
I do not even know your name。
If you were to take her away； I should say： ‘Well； and the Lark； what has bee of her？'
One must； at least； see some petty scrap of paper； some trifle in the way of a passport； you know！〃
The stranger； still surveying him with that gaze which penetrates； as the saying goes； to the very depths of the conscience； replied in a grave； firm voice：
〃Monsieur Thenardier； one does not require a passport to travel five leagues from Paris。
If I take Cosette away； I shall take her away； and that is the end of the matter。
You will not know my name； you will not know my residence； you will not know where she is； and my intention is that she shall never set eyes on you again so long as she lives。
I break the thread which binds her foot； and she departs。
Does that suit you？
Yes or no？〃
Since geniuses； like demons； recognize the presence of a superior God by certain signs； Thenardier prehended that he had to deal with a very strong person。
It was like an intuition； he prehended it with his clear and sagacious promptitude。
While drinking with the carters； smoking； and singing coarse songs on the preceding evening； he had devoted the whole of the time to observing the stranger； watching him like a cat； and studying him like a mathematician。 He had watched him； both on his own account； for the pleasure of the thing； and through instinct； and had spied upon him as though he had been paid for so doing。
Not a movement； not a gesture； on the part of the man in the yellow great…coat had escaped him。 Even before the stranger had so clearly manifested his interest in Cosette； Thenardier had divined his purpose。
He had caught the old man's deep glances returning constantly to the child。 Who was this man？
Why this interest？
Why this hideous costume； when he had so much money in his purse？
Questions which he put to himself without being able to solve them； and which irritated him。 He had pondered it all night long。
He could not be Cosette's father。 Was he her grandfather？
Then why not make himself known at once？ When one has a right； one asserts it。
This man evidently had no right over Cosette。
What was it； then？
Thenardier lost himself in conjectures。
He caught glimpses of everything； but he saw nothing。 Be that as it may； on entering into conversation with the man； sure that there was some secret in the case； that the latter had some interest in remaining in the shadow； he felt himself strong； when he perceived from the stranger's clear and firm retort； that this mysterious personage was mysterious in so simple a way； he became conscious that he was weak。
He had expected nothing of the sort。
His conjectures were put to the rout。
He rallied his ideas。
He weighed everything in the space of a second。 Thenardier was one of those men who take in a situation at a glance。 He decided that the moment had arrived for proceeding straightforward； and quickly at that。
He did as great leaders do at the decisive moment； which they know that they alone recognize； he abruptly unmasked his batteries。
〃Sir；〃 said he； 〃I am in need of fifteen hundred francs。〃
The stranger took from his side pocket an old pocketbook of black leather； opened it； drew out three bank…bills； which he laid on the table。 Then he placed his large thumb on the notes and said to the inn…keeper：
〃Go and fetch Cosette。〃
While this was taking place； what had Cosette been doing？
On waking up； Cosette had run to get her shoe。
In it she had found the gold piece。
It was not a Napoleon； it was one of those perfectly new twenty…franc pieces of the Restoration； on whose effigy the little Prussian queue had replaced the laurel wreath。 Cosette was dazzled。
Her destiny began to intoxicate her。 She did not know what a gold piece was； she had never seen one； she hid it quickly in her pocket； as though she had stolen it。 Still； she felt that it really was hers； she guessed whence her gift had e； but the joy which she experienced was full of fear。 She was happy； above all she was stupefied。
Such magnificent and beautiful things did not appear real。
The doll frightened her； the gold piece frightened her。
She trembled vaguely in the presence of this magnificence。
The stranger alone did not frighten her。 On the contrary； he reassured her。
Ever since the preceding evening； amid all her amazement； even in her sleep； she had been thinking in her little childish mind of that man who seemed to be so poor and so sad； and who was so rich and so kind。
Everything had changed for her since she had met that good man in the forest。 Cosette； less happy than the most insignificant swallow of heaven； had never known what it was to take refuge under a mother's shadow and under a wing。
For the last five years； that is to say； as far back as her memory ran； the poor child had shivered and trembled。 She had always been exposed pletely naked to the sharp wind of adversity； now it seemed to her she was clothed。
Formerly her soul had seemed cold； now it was warm。
Cosette was no longer afraid of the Thenardier。
She was no longer alone； there was some one there。
She hastily set about her regular morning duties。
That louis； which she had about her； in the very apron pocket whence the fifteen…sou piece had fallen on the night before； distracted her thoughts。 She dared not touch it； but she spent five minutes in gazing at it； with her tongue hanging out； if the truth must be told。
As she swept the staircase； she paused； remained standing there motionless； forgetful of her broom and of the entire universe； occupied in gazing at that star which was blazing at the bottom of her pocket。
It was during one of these periods of contemplation that the Thenardier joined her。
She had gone in search of Cosette at her hus