"Now, for my trouble, promise
me—"
And she stopped.
"What?" asked Marius.
"Promise me!"
"I promise."
"Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am
dead.—I shall feel it."
She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids
closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained
motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied
her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared
the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose
sweetness seemed already to proceed from another
world:—
"And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a
little bit in love with you."
She tried to smile once more and expired.
