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10: Insult your mother
[sPITS OUT DRINK]
He was drunk, and with the numbing effect of the bitter alcohol came an entirely different man; all his kindness, his empathy, his great capacity for pity, faltered and then vanished all together. All that was left was a depressive drunkard with a mind that gave neither him, nor anyone else, any rest. Cosette was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time; afterwards, he recalled what he had said and was too ashamed to face her - she, who had been nothing but kind to him. He hid and cursed himself.
"You never tell us anything of your life, Cosette - darling Cosette. You come here, you sit, you chatter and chirrup like the little bird you are, but you never really say much. Why? Did this little angel come from a darkness she dares not speak of? Was your mother a shameful whore? She was beautiful, no doubt, so what a whore she would have been - desired throughout the lands. Cosette’s little slut of a mother, her name, and her tongue, on every man’s lips. What a thought.”
