Works of Victor Hugo . -, said Courfeyrac, for I have forgottenmy purse and lost my hat. He left the procession and bounded upstairs, where he puton an old hat and put his purse in his pocket. He also tooka large square box about the size of a portmanteau, whichwas concealed among his dirty linen. As he was running downstairs again his portress hailedhim: — [Monsieur de Courfeyrac! Portress, what is your name? retorted Courfeyrac. She stood with open mouth. Why, you know very well, sir, I am the porter; my nameis Mother Veuvain. Well, then, if you ever call me M. de Courfeyrac again,I shall ca
Works of Victor Hugo . -, said Courfeyrac, for I have forgottenmy purse and lost my hat. He left the procession and bounded upstairs, where he puton an old hat and put his purse in his pocket. He also tooka large square box about the size of a portmanteau, whichwas concealed among his dirty linen. As he was running downstairs again his portress hailedhim: — [Monsieur de Courfeyrac! Portress, what is your name? retorted Courfeyrac. She stood with open mouth. Why, you know very well, sir, I am the porter; my nameis Mother Veuvain. Well, then, if you ever call me M. de Courfeyrac again,I shall call you Mother de Veuvain. Now speak; what is thematter? What is it? Some one who wishes to speak to you. Who is it? I dont know. Where is he? In my lodge. Deuce take him! said Near the Rue des Billettes, a tall man, whose hair was beginning toturn gray,—joined them. Les Miserables. St. Denis: Page 296. ST. DENIS 207 But he has been waiting for more than an hour for youto come in! rejoined the portress. At the same time a sort of young workman, thin, pale,small, freckled, dressed in an old blouse and a pair of patchedvelveteen trousers, who looked more like a girl dressed up asa boy than a man, stepped out of the lodge and said toCourfeyrac in a voice which was not the least in the world afeminine voice: — Monsieur Marius, if you please? He is not here. Will he return to-night? I do not know. And Courfeyrac added: I shall notbe in to-night. The young man looked at him intently and asked: Why not? Because. Where are vou going? What is that to you? Shall I carry your box for you ? I am going to the barricades. Shall I go with you? If you like, replied Courfeyrac. The street is free;the sidewalks belong to all. And he made his escape at a run to rejoin his
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