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the Tuileries! But you were pitiless in getting yourself killed
like this, I shall not even grieve over your death, do you un-
derstand, you assassin?’
At that moment, Marius slowly opened his eyes, and his
glance, still dimmed by lethargic wonder, rested on M. Gil-
lenormand.
‘Marius!’ cried the old man. ‘Marius! My little Marius!
my child! my well-beloved son! You open your eyes, you
gaze upon me, you are alive, thanks!’
And he fell fainting.