” Michelle reported. He took her
hand in his, raising it closer, and gently touched the maltreated skin. ‘No, let me guess,’ he interrupted. ToC
On the night of Friday, the 26th of November, 1703, and at the hour of eleven,
the door of a miserable habitation, situated in an obscure quarter of the Borough
of Southwark, known as the Old Mint, was opened; and a man, with a lantern in
his hand, appeared at the threshold. He sees men all
defiled by coarse thoughts, coarse ways of living cruelties. "Does your father doubt it? Speak! tell me!"
Winifred made no answer. ’
‘I think he only wants to help you, miss,’ offered Jack. Oh, you must believe me. ”
“I’m curious. There must be real
Valjeans, else how could authors write about them? Supposing some day she met
one of these astonishing creators, who could make one cry and laugh and forget,
who could thrill one with love and anger and tenderness?
Most of us have witnessed carnivals.
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