‘I find you excessively rude. ” Her words were slurred with sleep. “Can Lucy and I go out for a walk?” Michelle interrupted the violin conversation petulantly. We were expecting rather to find a male antagonist. A little love from him would be enough. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. “That was a moment of madness,” she said. Jack, meanwhile, heard, the shouts, and, though alarmed by them, held on a steady course. Presently she was again in that dreadful tavern of the Thénardiers.
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