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n the Rue de l'Ouest。 Later on； several weeks afterwards； when he came to think it over； he could never recall where he had dined that evening。
On the following day； which was the third； Ma'am Bougon was thunderstruck。
Marius went out in his new coat。 〃Three days in succession！〃 she exclaimed。
She tried to follow him； but Marius walked briskly； and with immense strides； it was a hippopotamus undertaking the pursuit of a chamois。 She lost sight of him in two minutes； and returned breathless； three…quarters choked with asthma； and furious。
〃If there is any sense；〃 she growled； 〃in putting on one's best clothes every day； and making people run like this！〃
Marius betook himself to the Luxembourg。
The young girl was there with M。 Leblanc。
Marius approached as near as he could； pretending to be busy reading a book； but he halted afar off； then returned and seated himself on his bench； where he spent four hours in watching the house…sparrows who were skipping about the walk； and who produced on him the impression that they were making sport of him。
A fortnight passed thus。
Marius went to the Luxembourg no longer for the sake of strolling there； but to seat himself always in the same spot； and that without knowing why。
Once arrived there； he did not stir。
He put on his new coat every morning； for the purpose of not showing himself； and he began all over again on the morrow。
She was decidedly a marvellous beauty。
The only remark approaching a criticism； that could be made； was； that the contradiction between her gaze； which was melancholy； and her smile； which was merry； gave a rather wild effect to her face； which sometimes caused this sweet countenance to bee strange without ceasing to be charming。
BOOK SIXTH。THE CONJUNCTION OF TWO STARS
CHAPTER VI
TAKEN PRISONER
On one of the last days of the second week； Marius was seated on his bench； as usual； holding in his hand an open book； of which he had not turned a page for the last two hours。
All at once he started。 An event was taking place at the other extremity of the walk。 Leblanc and his daughter had just left their seat； and the daughter had taken her father's arm； and both were advancing slowly； towards the middle of the alley where Marius was。
Marius closed his book； then opened it again； then forced himself to read； he trembled； the aureole was ing straight towards him。
〃Ah！ good Heavens！〃 thought he； 〃I shall not have time to strike an attitude。〃 Still the white…haired man and the girl advanced。
It seemed to him that this lasted for a century； and that it was but a second。 〃What are they ing in this direction for？〃 he asked himself。 〃What！
She will pass here？
Her feet will tread this sand； this walk； two paces from me？〃
He was utterly upset； he would have liked to be very handsome； he would have liked to own the cross。 He heard the soft and measured sound of their approaching footsteps。 He imagined that M。 Leblanc was darting angry glances at him。 〃Is that gentleman going to address me？〃 he thought to himself。 He dropped his head； when he raised it again； they were very near him。 The young girl passed； and as she passed； she glanced at him。 She gazed steadily at him； with a pensive sweetness which thrilled Marius from head to foot。
It seemed to him that she was reproaching him for having allowed so long a time to elapse without ing as far as her； and that she was saying to him：
〃I am ing myself。〃
Marius was dazzled by those eyes fraught with rays and abysses。
He felt his brain on fire。
She had e to him； what joy！ And then； how she had looked at him！
She appeared to him more beautiful than he had ever seen her yet。
Beautiful with a beauty which was wholly feminine and angelic； with a plete beauty which would have made Petrarch sing and Dante kneel。
It seemed to him that he was floating free in the azure heavens。
At the same time； he was horribly vexed because there was dust on his boots。
He thought he felt sure that she had looked at his boots too。
He followed her with his eyes until she disappeared。
Then he started up and walked about the Luxembourg garden like a madman。 It is possible that； at times； he laughed to himself and talked aloud。 He was so dreamy when he came near the children's nurses； that each one of them thought him in love with her。
He quitted the Luxembourg； hoping to find her again in the street。
He encountered Courfeyrac under the arcades of the Odeon； and said to him：
〃e and dine with me。〃
They went off to Rousseau's and spent six francs。
Marius ate like an ogre。
He gave the waiter six sous。 At dessert； he said to Courfeyrac。
〃Have you read the paper？ What a fine discourse Audry de Puyraveau delivered！〃
He was desperately in love。
After dinner； he said to Courfeyrac：
〃I will treat you to the play。〃 They went to the Porte…Sainte…Martin to see Frederick in l'Auberge des Adrets。
Marius was enormously amused。
At the same time； he had a redoubled attack of shyness。 On emerging from the theatre； he refused to look at the garter of a modiste who was stepping across a gutter； and Courfeyrac； who said：
〃I should like to put that woman in my collection；〃 almost horrified him。
Courfeyrac invited him to breakfast at the Cafe Voltaire on the following morning。
Marius went thither； and ate even more than on the preceding evening。
He was very thoughtful and very merry。 One would have said that he was taking advantage of every occasion to laugh uproariously。
He tenderly embraced some man or other from the provinces； who was presented to him。
A circle of students formed round the table； and they spoke of the nonsense paid for by the State which was uttered from the rostrum in the Sorbonne； then the conversation fell upon the faults and omissions in Guicherat's dictionaries and grammars。
Marius interrupted the discussion to exclaim：
〃But it is very agreeable； all the same to have the cross！〃
〃That's queer！〃 whispered Courfeyrac to Jean Prouvaire。
〃No；〃 responded Prouvaire； 〃that's serious。〃
It was serious； in fact； Marius had reached that first violent and charming hour with which grand passions begin。
A glance had wrought all this。
When the mine is charged； when the conflagration is ready； nothing is more simple。
A glance is a spark。
It was all over with him。
Marius loved a woman。
His fate was entering the unknown。
The glance of women resembles certain binations of wheels； which are tranquil in appearance yet formidable。
You pass close to them every day； peaceably and with impunity； and without a suspicion of anything。
A moment arrives when you forget that the thing is there。
You go and e； dream； speak； laugh。
All at once you feel yourself clutched； all is over。
The wheels hold you fast； the glance has ensnared you。
It has caught you； no matter where or how； by some portion of your thought which was fluttering loose； by some distraction which had attacked you。
You are lost。
The whole of you passes into it。
A chain