" "No; it is only—what shall I say?—troubled. "Well, my pretty dears," he added, "—to see your husband, eh? You must make the most of your time. She had a few acquaintances, English gentlemen, but she lived with her sister—was a lady. I am the richest man in the world. For nearly thirty years he had lived here in contented loneliness; then youth had to come and fill him with discontent. To preserve herself, however, from destitution, or what she considered worse, she wedded a journeyman carpenter, named Sheppard. 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. " And her faithful attendant, drowned in tears, withdrew, followed by the two assistants. These fellows must be right,” he added thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere. Then she would write and tell her father what she had done, and put their relationship on a new footing.
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