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Cosette thought.
Cosette looked for a name; there was none. To whom was
this addressed? To her, probably, since a hand had deposited
the packet on her bench. From whom did it come? An irre-
sistible fascination took possession of her; she tried to turn
away her eyes from the leaflets which were trembling in her
hand, she gazed at the sky, the street, the acacias all bathed
in light, the pigeons fluttering over a neighboring roof, and
then her glance suddenly fell upon the manuscript, and she
said to herself that she must know what it contained.
This is what she read.