“No. 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. But what are you doing here?” “Old Père Runeval met me on your doorstep, and he would not let me go. ” “You would let him—knowing—all that you know?” “Why not? She is my flesh and blood. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. “Where are they?” She looked around. They’re just a joyous softening of the outline—more beautiful than perfection.
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