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Here's a fifteen…sou piece。〃
Cosette had a little pocket on one side of her apron； she took the coin without saying a word； and put it in that pocket。
Then she stood motionless； bucket in hand； the open door before her。 She seemed to be waiting for some one to e to her rescue。
〃Get along with you！〃 screamed the Thenardier。
Cosette went out。
The door closed behind her。
BOOK THIRD。ACPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN
CHAPTER IV
ENTRANCE ON THE SCENE OF A DOLL
The line of open…air booths starting at the church； extended； as the reader will remember； as far as the hostelry of the Thenardiers。 These booths were all illuminated； because the citizens would soon pass on their way to the midnight mass； with candles burning in paper funnels； which； as the schoolmaster； then seated at the table at the Thenardiers' observed； produced 〃a magical effect。〃 In pensation； not a star was visible in the sky。
The last of these stalls； established precisely opposite the Thenardiers' door； was a toy…shop all glittering with tinsel； glass； and magnificent objects of tin。
In the first row； and far forwards； the merchant had placed on a background of white napkins； an immense doll； nearly two feet high； who was dressed in a robe of pink crepe； with gold wheat…ears on her head； which had real hair and enamel eyes。
All that day； this marvel had been displayed to the wonderment of all passers…by under ten years of age； without a mother being found in Montfermeil sufficiently rich or sufficiently extravagant to give it to her child。 Eponine and Azelma had passed hours in contemplating it； and Cosette herself had ventured to cast a glance at it； on the sly； it is true。
At the moment when Cosette emerged； bucket in hand； melancholy and overe as she was； she could not refrain from lifting her eyes to that wonderful doll； towards the lady； as she called it。 The poor child paused in amazement。
She had not yet beheld that doll close to。
The whole shop seemed a palace to her： the doll was not a doll； it was a vision。
It was joy； splendor； riches； happiness； which appeared in a sort of chimerical halo to that unhappy little being so profoundly engulfed in gloomy and chilly misery。
With the sad and innocent sagacity of childhood； Cosette measured the abyss which separated her from that doll。 She said to herself that one must be a queen； or at least a princess； to have a 〃thing〃 like that。
She gazed at that beautiful pink dress； that beautiful smooth hair； and she thought； 〃How happy that doll must be！〃
She could not take her eyes from that fantastic stall。 The more she looked； the more dazzled she grew。
She thought she was gazing at paradise。
There were other dolls behind the large one； which seemed to her to be fairies and genii。
The merchant； who was pacing back and forth in front of his shop； produced on her somewhat the effect of being the Eternal Father。
In this adoration she forgot everything； even the errand with which she was charged。
All at once the Thenardier's coarse voice recalled her to reality： 〃What； you silly jade！ you have not gone？
Wait！
I'll give it to you！
I want to know what you are doing there！
Get along； you little monster！〃
The Thenardier had cast a glance into the street； and had caught sight of Cosette in her ecstasy。
Cosette fled； dragging her pail； and taking the longest strides of which she was capable。
BOOK THIRD。ACPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN
CHAPTER V
THE LITTLE ONE ALL ALONE
As the Thenardier hostelry was in that part of the village which is near the church； it was to the spring in the forest in the direction of Chelles that Cosette was obliged to go for her water。
She did not glance at the display of a single other merchant。
So long as she was in Boulanger Lane and in the neighborhood of the church； the lighted stalls illuminated the road； but soon the last light from the last stall vanished。
The poor child found herself in the dark。 She plunged into it。
Only； as a certain emotion overcame her； she made as much motion as possible with the handle of the bucket as she walked along。
This made a noise which afforded her pany。
The further she went； the denser the darkness became。
There was no one in the streets。
However； she did encounter a woman； who turned around on seeing her； and stood still； muttering between her teeth： 〃Where can that child be going？
Is it a werewolf child？〃
Then the woman recognized Cosette。
〃Well；〃 said she； 〃it's the Lark！〃
In this manner Cosette traversed the labyrinth of tortuous and deserted streets which terminate in the village of Montfermeil on the side of Chelles。
So long as she had the houses or even the walls only on both sides of her path； she proceeded with tolerable boldness。
From time to time she caught the flicker of a candle through the crack of a shutterthis was light and life； there were people there； and it reassured her。
But in proportion as she advanced； her pace slackened mechanically； as it were。 When she had passed the corner of the last house； Cosette paused。 It had been hard to advance further than the last stall； it became impossible to proceed further than the last house。 She set her bucket on the ground； thrust her hand into her hair； and began slowly to scratch her head；a gesture peculiar to children when terrified and undecided what to do。
It was no longer Montfermeil； it was the open fields。
Black and desert space was before her。 She gazed in despair at that darkness； where there was no longer any one； where there were beasts； where there were spectres； possibly。 She took a good look； and heard the beasts walking on the grass； and she distinctly saw spectres moving in the trees。
Then she seized her bucket again； fear had lent her audacity。
〃Bah！〃 said she； 〃I will tell him that there was no more water！〃
And she resolutely re…entered Montfermeil。
Hardly had she gone a hundred paces when she paused and began to scratch her head again。
Now it was the Thenardier who appeared to her； with her hideous； hyena mouth； and wrath flashing in her eyes。 The child cast a melancholy glance before her and behind her。 What was she to do？
What was to bee of her？
Where was she to go？ In front of her was the spectre of the Thenardier； behind her all the phantoms of the night and of the forest。
It was before the Thenardier that she recoiled。
She resumed her path to the spring； and began to run。
She emerged from the village； she entered the forest at a run； no longer looking at or listening to anything。 She only paused in her course when her breath failed her； but she did not halt in her advance。
She went straight before her in desperation。
As she ran she felt like crying。
The nocturnal quivering of the forest surrounded her pletely。
She no longer thought； she no longer saw。
The immensity of night was facing this tiny creature。
On the one hand； all shadow； on the other； an atom。
It was only seven or eight minutes' walk from the edge of the woods to the spring。
Cosette knew the way； through having gone over it many times in daylight。
Strange to say； she did not get lost。 A remnant of instinct guided her vaguely。
But she did not turn her eyes either to right or to left； for fear of seeing things in the branches and in the brushwood。
In this manner she reached the spring。
It was a narrow； natural basin； hollowed out by the water in a clayey soil； about two feet deep； surrounded with moss and with those tall； crimped grasses which are called Henry IV。's frills； and paved with several large stones。
A brook ran out of it； with a tranquil little noise。
Cosette did not take time to breathe。
It was very dark； but she was in the habit of ing to this spring。
She felt with her left hand in the dark for a young oak which leaned over the spring； and which usually served to support her； found one of its branches； clung to it； bent down； and plunged the bucket in the water。 She was in a state of such violent excitement that her strength was trebled。
While thus bent over； she did not notice that the pocket of her apron had emptied itself into the spring。
The fifteen…sou piece fell into the water。
Cosette neither saw nor heard it fall。 She drew out the bucket nearly full； and set it on the grass。
That done； she perceived that she was worn out with fatigue。 She would have liked to set out again at once； but the effort required to fill the bucket had been such that she found it impossible to take a step。
She was forced to sit down。
She dropped on the grass； and remained crouching there。
She shut her eyes； then she opened them again； without knowing why； but because she could not do otherwise。
The agitated water in the bucket beside her was describing circles which resembled tin serpents。
Overhead the sky was covered with vast black clouds； which were like masses of smoke。
The tragic mask of shadow seemed to bend vaguely over the child。
Jupiter was setting in the depths。
The child stared with bewildered eyes at this great star； with which she was unfamiliar； and which terrified her。
The planet was； in fact； very near the horizon and was traversing a dense layer of mist which imparted to it a horrible ruddy hue。
The mist； gloomily empurpled； magnified the star。
One would have called it a luminous wound。
A cold wind was blowing from the plain。
The forest was dark； not a leaf was moving； there were none of the vague； fresh gleams of summertide。
Great boughs uplifted themselves in frightful wise。 Slender and misshapen bushes whistled in the clearings。
The tall grasses undulated like eels under the north wind。
The nettles seemed to twist long arms furnished with claws in search of prey。 Some bits of dry heather； tossed by the breeze； flew rapidly by； and had the air of fleeing in terror before something which was ing after。 On all sides there were lugubrious stretches。
The darkness was bewildering。
Man requires light。
Whoever buries himself in the opposite of day feels his heart contract。
When the eye sees black； the heart sees trouble。
In an eclipse in the night； in the sooty opacity； there is anxiety even for the stoutest of hearts。 No one walks alone in the forest at night without trembling。 Shadows and treestwo formidable densities。
A chimerical reality appears in the indistinct depths。
The inconceivable is outlined a few paces distant from you with a spectral clearness。 One beholds floating； either in space or in one's own brain； one knows not what vague and intangible thing； like the dreams of sleeping flowers。
There are fierce attitudes on the horizon。 One inhales the effluvia of the great black void。
One is afraid to glance behind him； yet desirous of doing so。
The cavities of night； things grown haggard； taciturn profiles which vanish when one advances； obscure dishevelments； irritated tufts； livid pools； the lugubrious reflected in the funereal； the sepulchral immensity of silence； unknown but possible beings； bendings of mysterious branches； alarming torsos of trees； long handfuls of quivering plants； against all this one has no protection。
There is no hardihood which does not shudder and which does not feel the vicinity of anguish。 One is conscious of something hideous； as though one's soul were being amalgamated with the darkness。
This penetration of the shadows is indescribably sinister in the case of a child。
Forests are apocalypses； and the beating of the wings of a tiny soul produces a sound of agony beneath their monstrous vault。
Without understanding her sensations； Cosette was conscious that she was seized upon by that black enormity of nature； it was no longer terror alone which was gaining possession of her； it was something more terrible even than terror； she shivered。 There are no words to express the strangeness of that shiver which chilled her to the very bottom of her heart； her eye grew wild； she thought she felt that she should not be able to refrain from returning there at the same hour on the morrow。
Then； by a sort of instinct； she began to count aloud； one； two； three； four； and so on up to ten； in order to escape from that singular state which she did not understand； but which terrified her； and； when she had finished； she began again； this restored her to a true perception of the things about her。 Her hands； which she had wet in drawing the water； felt cold； she rose； her terror； a natural and unconquerable terror； had returned：
she had but one thought now；to flee at full speed through the forest； across the fields to the houses； to the windows； to the lighted candles。
Her glance fell upon the water which stood before her； such was the fright which the Thenardier inspired in her； that she dared not flee without that bucket of water： she seized the handle with both hands； she could hardly lift the pail。
In this manner she advanced a dozen paces； but the bucket was full； it was heavy； she was forced to set it on the ground onc