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itself on you?’
‘No.’
‘But I told you: ‘Pay attention!’ Why, it is his figure, it is
his face, only older,—there are people who do not grow old,
I don’t know how they manage it,—it is the very sound of
his voice. He is better dressed, that is all! Ah! you mysteri-
ous old devil, I’ve got you, that I have!’
He paused, and said to his daughters:—
‘Get out of here, you!—It’s queer that it didn’t strike
you!’
They arose to obey.
The mother stammered:—
‘With her injured hand.’
‘The air will do it good,’ said Jondrette. ‘Be off.’
It was plain that this man was of the sort to whom no one
offers to reply. The two girls departed.
At the moment when they were about to pass through
the door, the father detained the elder by the arm, and said
to her with a peculiar accent:—
‘You will be here at five o’clock precisely. Both of you. I
shall need you.’
Marius redoubled his attention.
On being left alone with his wife, Jondrette began to
pace the room again, and made the tour of it two or three
times in silence. Then he spent several minutes in tucking
the lower part of the woman’s chemise which he wore into
his trousers.
All at once, he turned to the female Jondrette, folded his
arms and exclaimed:—