There Was a Time

Monsieur Gillenormand sits alone in the kitchen, having invaded it for the purpose of being difficult. His chin is propped on the back of both hands, which in turn are propped up by a cane, and his face bears a smirk. The smirk is directed at a cut of meat, lying forlornly on a draining board: the pork chop that Marius turned down. The ingrate boy is well, and going to be married, on top of that, and hasn't time for such a lowly thing as a chop.

But Monsieur Gillenormand rather fancies he'll have it. To celebrate, he fancies.

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