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was this man who had a bell suspended about him like a
ram or an ox?
As he put these questions to himself, he touched Co-
sette’s hands. They were icy cold.
‘Ah! good God!’ he cried.
He spoke to her in a low voice:—
‘Cosette!’
She did not open her eyes.
He shook her vigorously.
She did not wake.
‘Is she dead?’ he said to himself, and sprang to his feet,
quivering from head to foot.
The most frightful thoughts rushed pell-mell through
his mind. There are moments when hideous surmises assail
us like a cohort of furies, and violently force the partitions
of our brains. When those we love are in question, our pru-
dence invents every sort of madness. He remembered that
sleep in the open air on a cold night may be fatal.
Cosette was pale, and had fallen at full length on the
ground at his feet, without a movement.
He listened to her breathing: she still breathed, but with
a respiration which seemed to him weak and on the point
of extinction.
How was he to warm her back to life? How was he to
rouse her? All that was not connected with this vanished
from his thoughts. He rushed wildly from the ruin.
It was absolutely necessary that Cosette should be in bed
and beside a fire in less than a quarter of an hour.