"You read it, Ruth. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. ‘What do we do now?’ Gerald took a pace towards the girl. 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 remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. "No Mohocks! No Scourers!" cried the mob. ” He said curiously. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. ” “You are very good, Mr. "Joan! Joan!" vociferated he, "open the door, for God's sake, or I shall be murdered, and so will your babby! Open the door quickly, I say. What matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest.
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