"You'll find him at St. 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. " At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. She kept opening her eyes and looking at it. ‘You’re right. But it's better to have the bride without the weddin' dress, than the weddin' dress without the bride. “Will he die?” she asked. "I'm your dupe no longer. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts.
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