“Not a bit. 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 tried not to stare at Shari who had resumed
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sipping the drugged cocoa. ‘Even the nuns they say I am like a devil. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone,
maddened her. Norris entered the room, followed by Father Spencer. "And now," cried Jack, leaping up, "for an achievement, compared with which
all I have yet done shall be as nothing!"
CHAPTER XVII. “Close your eyes. It was a neat, efficient-looking room,
with a writing-table placed with a business-like regard to the window, and a
bookcase surmounted by a pig’s skull, a dissected frog in a sealed bottle, and a
pile of shiny, black-covered note-books.
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