her?"
"You bother me," said Eponine.
"But we must live, we must eat--"
"Burst!"
So saying, she seated herself on the underpinning of the fence and hummed:--
"Mon bras si dodu,
"My arm so plump,
Ma jambe bien faite
My leg well formed,
Et le temps perdu."
And time wasted."
She had set her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand, and she swung her foot with an air of indifference.
Her tattered gown permitted a view of her thin shoulder-blades. The neighboring street lantern illuminated her profile and her attitude. Nothing more resolute and more surprising could be seen.
The six rascals, speechless and gloomy at being held in check by a girl, retreated beneath the shadow cast by the lantern, and held counsel with furious and humiliated shrugs.
In the meantime she stared at them with a stern but peaceful air.
"There''s something the matter with her," said Babet.
"A reason. Is she in love with the dog?
It''s a shame to miss this, anyway. Two women, an old fellow who lodges in the back-yard, and curtains that ain''t so bad at the windows.
The old cove must be a Jew. I think the job''s a good one."
"Well, go in, then, the rest of you," exclaimed Montparnasse. "Do the job.
I''ll stay here with the girl, and if she fails us--"
He flashed the knife, which he held open in his hand, in the light of the lantern.