The thousand voices which a few moments before had been so clamorous were now hushed. ‘Say then, Jacques, you have followed him?’ she demanded of the blackgarbed footman. The address was of course her destination, thousands of miles away, an infinitesimal spot in a terrifying space. His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. Already Cosette was her chosen friend. The storm burst upon them in its fury. He took a handful of almonds and raisins that she held out to him—for both these young people had given up the practice of going out for luncheon—and kept her hand for a moment to kiss her finger-tips. “None, I thank you,” he answered. ’ He moved to his friend and grasped his hand in a gesture as deliberately dramatic as the storytelling of mademoiselle. Then you won't tell me where he's going?" "I will tell you six months from now. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable obstacle, Jack darted through the door.
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