ee Cosette again; I am even quite hungry; it is nearly five years since I saw her last; you cannot imagine how much attached one gets to children, and then, she will be so pretty; you will see!
If you only knew what pretty little rosy fingers she had!
In the first place, she will have very beautiful hands; she had ridiculous hands when she was only a year old; like this! she must be a big girl now; she is seven years old; she is quite a young lady; I call her Cosette, but her name is really Euphrasie. Stop! this morning I was looking at the dust on the chimney-piece, and I had a sort of idea come across me, like that, that I should see Cosette again soon.
Mon Dieu! how wrong it is not to see one''s children for years!
One ought to reflect that life is not eternal. Oh, how good M. le Maire is to go! it is very cold! it is true; he had on his cloak, at least? he will be here to-morrow, will he not? to-morrow will be a festival day; to-morrow morning, sister, you must remind me to put on my little cap that has lace on it. What a place that Montfermeil is!
I took that journey on foot once; it was very long for me, but the diligences go very quickly! he will be here to-morrow with Cosette:
how far is it from here to Montfermeil?"
The sister, who had no idea of distances, replied, "Oh, I think that be will be here to-morrow."