ntly shortened it. His whole countenance expressed this single idea:
What is the use?-- His eye was dim; no more radiance.
His tears were also exhausted; they no longer collected in the corner of his eye-lid; that thoughtful eye was dry.
The old man''s head was still craned forward; his chin moved at times; the folds in his gaunt neck were painful to behold. Sometimes, when the weather was bad, he had an umbrella under his arm, but he never opened it.
The good women of the quarter said:
"He is an innocent." The children followed him and laughed.
BOOK NINTH.--SUPREME SHADOW, SUPREME DAWN
CHAPTER I
PITY FOR THE UNHAPPY, BUT INDULGENCE FOR THE HAPPY
It is a terrible thing to be happy!
How content one is!
How all-sufficient one finds it!
How, being in possession of the false object of life, happiness, one forgets the true object, duty!
Let us say, however, that the reader would do wrong were he to blame Marius.
Marius, as we have explained, before his marriage, had put no questions to M. Fauchelevent, and, since that time, he had feared to put any to Jean Valjean.
He had regretted the promise into which he had allowed himself to be drawn.
He had often said to himself that he had done wrong in making that concession to despair.
He had confined himself to gradually estranging Jean Valjean from his house and to effacing him, as much as possible, from Cosette''s mind.