“Don’t you think I ought to?” she asked, very submissively. I’m anxious, joyfully anxious, like a man when he has found a treasure. "In with him!" "Ay—ay, yer hon'r," cried the foremost chairman, lending a helping hand. In their happiest times, he was the most faithful and devoted of husbands. 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. She spoke with a certain odd deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man who sat listening.
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