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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. Paris was full, and it was by no means a retired spot which she had found. Her sense followed the shoulders under his coat, down to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the table. “This,” he exclaimed, “must be either the indifference of an utterly callous nature, or it may be—ye gods, it may be—innocence.
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