"He is, he is," Marius agrees fervently, looking up once more. "I have nothing to hide-- I will not hide it."
He turns towards Cosette. He cannot explain everything in detail with Joly here, but he can get close enough. After all, it doesn't matter of Joly knows of his stupid ideas-- they aren't true, not at all.
"I knew of your father's past. He told me after we were married and swore me to secrecy. And I-- I took it all amiss." He ducks his head, ashamed, but forces himself to look up to meet her gaze again. "I thought-- I thought he had killed the spy, the inspector, Javert. I thought he had stolen the money that was your dowry-- it was for this reason I refused to spend it. It was for this reason I-- I made it plain through certain-- certain signs that perhaps he should not continue to see you."
He can't go on, can't look at her any longer. He clasps his hands together in his lap to try and stop their shaking and stares at them.
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He turns towards Cosette. He cannot explain everything in detail with Joly here, but he can get close enough. After all, it doesn't matter of Joly knows of his stupid ideas-- they aren't true, not at all.
"I knew of your father's past. He told me after we were married and swore me to secrecy. And I-- I took it all amiss." He ducks his head, ashamed, but forces himself to look up to meet her gaze again. "I thought-- I thought he had killed the spy, the inspector, Javert. I thought he had stolen the money that was your dowry-- it was for this reason I refused to spend it. It was for this reason I-- I made it plain through certain-- certain signs that perhaps he should not continue to see you."
He can't go on, can't look at her any longer. He clasps his hands together in his lap to try and stop their shaking and stares at them.