Oh, cuss it!”
“Eh?”
“He said I would. “Life’s so queer,” she said, kneeling and looking into the flames. She fought a compulsive urge to yank
his shirt free. At first she could not tell what it was; but as her
eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat. 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. "My stars! here's a pretty lullaby-cheat
to make a fuss about—ho! ho!"
"Deal with me as you think proper, gentlemen," exclaimed Wood; "but, for
mercy's sake don't harm the child! Let it be taken to its mother.
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