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		<title>Historymaker: Created page with &quot;Les Mis&amp;eacute;rables, Volume 3: Marius, Book Sixth: The Conjunction of Two Stars, Chapter 3: Effect of the Spring&lt;br /&gt; (Tome 3: Marius, Livre sixi&amp;egrave;me: La conjonction ...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;Les Misérables, Volume 3: Marius, Book Sixth: The Conjunction of Two Stars, Chapter 3: Effect of the Spring&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; (Tome 3: Marius, Livre sixième: La conjonction ...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les Mis&amp;amp;eacute;rables, Volume 3: Marius, Book Sixth: The Conjunction of Two Stars, Chapter 3: Effect of the Spring&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Tome 3: Marius, Livre sixi&amp;amp;egrave;me: La conjonction de deux &amp;amp;eacute;toiles, Chapitre 3: Effet de printemps)&lt;br /&gt;
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==General notes on this chapter==&lt;br /&gt;
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==French text==&lt;br /&gt;
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Un jour, l'air &amp;amp;eacute;tait ti&amp;amp;egrave;de, le Luxembourg &amp;amp;eacute;tait inond&amp;amp;eacute; d'ombre et de&lt;br /&gt;
soleil, le ciel &amp;amp;eacute;tait pur comme si les anges l'eussent lav&amp;amp;eacute; le matin,&lt;br /&gt;
les passereaux poussaient de petits cris dans les profondeurs des&lt;br /&gt;
marronniers, Marius avait ouvert toute son &amp;amp;acirc;me &amp;amp;agrave; la nature, il ne&lt;br /&gt;
pensait &amp;amp;agrave; rien, il vivait et il respirait, il passa pr&amp;amp;egrave;s de ce banc, la&lt;br /&gt;
jeune fille leva les yeux sur lui, leurs deux regards se rencontr&amp;amp;egrave;rent.&lt;br /&gt;
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Qu'y avait-il cette fois dans le regard de la jeune fille? Marius n'e&amp;amp;ucirc;t&lt;br /&gt;
pu le dire. Il n'y avait rien et il y avait tout. Ce fut un &amp;amp;eacute;trange&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp;eacute;clair.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elle baissa les yeux, et il continua son chemin.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce qu'il venait de voir, ce n'&amp;amp;eacute;tait pas l'&amp;amp;oelig;il ing&amp;amp;eacute;nu et simple d'un&lt;br /&gt;
enfant, c'&amp;amp;eacute;tait un gouffre myst&amp;amp;eacute;rieux qui s'&amp;amp;eacute;tait entr'ouvert, puis&lt;br /&gt;
brusquement referm&amp;amp;eacute;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Il y a un jour o&amp;amp;ugrave; toute jeune fille regarde ainsi. Malheur &amp;amp;agrave; qui se&lt;br /&gt;
trouve l&amp;amp;agrave;!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce premier regard d'une &amp;amp;acirc;me qui ne se conna&amp;amp;icirc;t pas encore est comme&lt;br /&gt;
l'aube dans le ciel. C'est l'&amp;amp;eacute;veil de quelque chose de rayonnant et&lt;br /&gt;
d'inconnu. Rien ne saurait rendre le charme dangereux de cette lueur&lt;br /&gt;
inattendue qui &amp;amp;eacute;claire vaguement tout-&amp;amp;agrave;-coup d'adorables t&amp;amp;eacute;n&amp;amp;egrave;bres et qui&lt;br /&gt;
se compose de toute l'innocence du pr&amp;amp;eacute;sent et de toute la passion de&lt;br /&gt;
l'avenir. C'est une sorte de tendresse ind&amp;amp;eacute;cise qui se r&amp;amp;eacute;v&amp;amp;egrave;le au hasard&lt;br /&gt;
et qui attend. C'est un pi&amp;amp;egrave;ge que l'innocence tend &amp;amp;agrave; son insu et o&amp;amp;ugrave; elle&lt;br /&gt;
prend des c&amp;amp;oelig;urs sans le vouloir et sans le savoir. C'est une vierge qui&lt;br /&gt;
regarde comme une femme.&lt;br /&gt;
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Il est rare qu'une r&amp;amp;ecirc;verie profonde ne naisse pas de ce regard l&amp;amp;agrave; o&amp;amp;ugrave; il&lt;br /&gt;
tombe. Toutes les puret&amp;amp;eacute;s et toutes les candeurs se concentrent dans ce&lt;br /&gt;
rayon c&amp;amp;eacute;leste et fatal qui, plus que les &amp;amp;oelig;illades les mieux travaill&amp;amp;eacute;es&lt;br /&gt;
des coquettes, a le pouvoir magique de faire subitement &amp;amp;eacute;clore au fond&lt;br /&gt;
d'une &amp;amp;acirc;me cette fleur sombre, pleine de parfums et de poisons, qu'on&lt;br /&gt;
appelle l'amour.&lt;br /&gt;
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Le soir, en rentrant dans son galetas, Marius jeta les yeux sur son&lt;br /&gt;
v&amp;amp;ecirc;tement, et s'aper&amp;amp;ccedil;ut pour la premi&amp;amp;egrave;re fois qu'il avait la malpropret&amp;amp;eacute;,&lt;br /&gt;
l'inconvenance et la stupidit&amp;amp;eacute; inou&amp;amp;iuml;e d'aller se promener au Luxembourg&lt;br /&gt;
avec ses habits &amp;amp;laquo;de tous les jours&amp;amp;raquo;, c'est-&amp;amp;agrave;-dire avec un chapeau cass&amp;amp;eacute;&lt;br /&gt;
pr&amp;amp;egrave;s de la ganse, de grosses bottes de roulier, un pantalon noir blanc&lt;br /&gt;
aux genoux et un habit noir p&amp;amp;acirc;le aux coudes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==English text==&lt;br /&gt;
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One day, the air was warm, the Luxembourg was inundated with light and&lt;br /&gt;
shade, the sky was as pure as though the angels had washed it that&lt;br /&gt;
morning, the sparrows were giving vent to little twitters in the depths of&lt;br /&gt;
the chestnut-trees. Marius had thrown open his whole soul to nature, he&lt;br /&gt;
was not thinking of anything, he simply lived and breathed, he passed near&lt;br /&gt;
the bench, the young girl raised her eyes to him, the two glances met.&lt;br /&gt;
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What was there in the young girl's glance on this occasion? Marius could&lt;br /&gt;
not have told. There was nothing and there was everything. It was a&lt;br /&gt;
strange flash.&lt;br /&gt;
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She dropped her eyes, and he pursued his way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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What he had just seen was no longer the ingenuous and simple eye of a&lt;br /&gt;
child; it was a mysterious gulf which had half opened, then abruptly&lt;br /&gt;
closed again.&lt;br /&gt;
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There comes a day when the young girl glances in this manner. Woe to him&lt;br /&gt;
who chances to be there!&lt;br /&gt;
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That first gaze of a soul which does not, as yet, know itself, is like the&lt;br /&gt;
dawn in the sky. It is the awakening of something radiant and strange.&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing can give any idea of the dangerous charm of that unexpected gleam,&lt;br /&gt;
which flashes suddenly and vaguely forth from adorable shadows, and which&lt;br /&gt;
is composed of all the innocence of the present, and of all the passion of&lt;br /&gt;
the future. It is a sort of undecided tenderness which reveals itself by&lt;br /&gt;
chance, and which waits. It is a snare which the innocent maiden sets&lt;br /&gt;
unknown to herself, and in which she captures hearts without either&lt;br /&gt;
wishing or knowing it. It is a virgin looking like a woman.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is rare that a profound revery does not spring from that glance, where&lt;br /&gt;
it falls. All purities and all candors meet in that celestial and fatal&lt;br /&gt;
gleam which, more than all the best-planned tender glances of coquettes,&lt;br /&gt;
possesses the magic power of causing the sudden blossoming, in the depths&lt;br /&gt;
of the soul, of that sombre flower, impregnated with perfume and with&lt;br /&gt;
poison, which is called love.&lt;br /&gt;
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That evening, on his return to his garret, Marius cast his eyes over his&lt;br /&gt;
garments, and perceived, for the first time, that he had been so slovenly,&lt;br /&gt;
indecorous, and inconceivably stupid as to go for his walk in the&lt;br /&gt;
Luxembourg with his &amp;quot;every-day clothes,&amp;quot; that is to say, with a hat&lt;br /&gt;
battered near the band, coarse carter's boots, black trousers which showed&lt;br /&gt;
white at the knees, and a black coat which was pale at the elbows.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Translation notes==&lt;br /&gt;
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==Textual notes==&lt;br /&gt;
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==Citations==&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;references /&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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