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Cosette loved the sound of her father’s laugh. It wrinkled his face into a picture of happiness that hadn’t always been available to him, and she hoped she would never forget this rare sight.
The source of that warm sound was, however, surprising. Her father had always been tense and curt around Monsieur Javert, so their rather intimate familiarity was startling. And yet it filled Cosette with ease to know that her father could shower someone else with his affection now that she was a married woman and not by his side anymore.
His love could be overbearing at times.