Valjean's expression set into mulish lines. "Very well," he said a little tartly. "We shall discuss how I did not get to say my piece yesterday. If I had, I would have said that I enjoy your company and am glad you are here, strange as that may seem." The words were said in a challenging tone, his short speech a gauntlet thrown at Javert's feet.

Javert stared. He wracked his mind for words, found none; all his thoughts had scattered in surprise. After a long moment, he recovered his voice and said in a tone meant to be sarcastic but which came out flat, "I do not see why you would. So far I have scolded you like a fishwife, forced you to eat and exercise, and kept you shivering in the cold as I wrestled my demons."

Valjean's expression twisted in exasperation. "You--"

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