She gives Cosette's hands another little squeeze. There, the motion has been approved, they are to complain to each other as much or as little as they want, because they are friends.
And oh! Meeting in a garden! (She shakes her head without interrupting: no she doesn't know anything about the Luxembourg garden, but it sounds delightful, she must see about the Stirling gardens.) And oh, oh, oh, Marius having the wrong handkerchief! And the wrong name! And running off like a rabbit! Mary laughs, but hopefully not too much: she doesn't want to be cruel to Cosette's beloved husband. But. "It is funny. Oh, Cosette... you know, I think sometimes James would run away like a rabbit if he could. He never seems to know anything to say. I suppose boys never learn anything about it? They don't...I don't know, they don't read the same poems or sing the same songs we do, where people talk about..." Things? Being in love? "But maybe your Marius is different."
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And oh! Meeting in a garden! (She shakes her head without interrupting: no she doesn't know anything about the Luxembourg garden, but it sounds delightful, she must see about the Stirling gardens.) And oh, oh, oh, Marius having the wrong handkerchief! And the wrong name! And running off like a rabbit! Mary laughs, but hopefully not too much: she doesn't want to be cruel to Cosette's beloved husband. But. "It is funny. Oh, Cosette... you know, I think sometimes James would run away like a rabbit if he could. He never seems to know anything to say. I suppose boys never learn anything about it? They don't...I don't know, they don't read the same poems or sing the same songs we do, where people talk about..." Things? Being in love? "But maybe your Marius is different."